Have we done enough
In the meantime

To earn our right
To eat and sleep
Again

God damn
That’s all we do

Eat, sleep, eat, sleep
Try to fuck
With a semblance
Of the passion
That some great great
Grandfather of mine
Who I will never know
Fucked with
The passion he fucked with
That birthed
All the generations
That fucked with
Gradually less and less passion
As certain men and women
Fucked with such passion
To birth, not more
Men and women
But advances in science
That established so strongly
Our position on this earth
As a species
That those of us now
Don’t know what the fuck
To do with ourselves

It’s all a big sham
In these modern times

The only life that’s real
Is the surviving
The eating and being eaten
The sex and reproduction

And these originals acts
We still perform

But we are only
Going through the motions

There are no
Noble professions left
Other than
Being a burnout

Our species has burnt out

The only generations
That had to fight
In order to survive
Have long since died

Everything we do now
Is just killing time

Literally thousands of people
Over thousands of years
Have spent their lifetimes
Trying to come up with
Some meaning for our existence
And they can’t fucking do it

We’ve taken over the whole planet
And now we just want it to mean something
In the meantime
As we continue to exist
On the planet we’ve conquered
Each of us as individuals even
Want our individuals lives to mean something

Fuck me man
For once I should publish a poem
With all the expletives
And the rawness
As I wrote it

Because god damn
Of course I’m going to edit out
All the curse words
When I’m sitting in the apartment
And not feeling a damn thing
Other than the desire
To make the poetry good somehow

August 08, 2021 at 02:58PM