Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

Lights Out

It takes about fifty years to get anywhere. This happens because there are so many people in the world just taking up space. I thought that people would remember the condom but sadly it’s been forgotten. People take the pill now and that isn’t working very well.

I dig into my pockets and I find five dollars and a cigarette lighter. I don’t really need a lighter because nobody smokes anymore, well people smoke electric cigarettes. Oooohh. But what’s the point of smoking if you’re not playing Russian Roulette at the same time?

I sigh. People had it good back then. Now everything is electronic, even the music. I guess punk really is dead now.

“I’d like a ticket out of the city,” I tell the woman behind the Plexiglas.

“That’ll be six dollars,” she gives me a smile like when people are happy.

“It used to be five,” I’m trying to not yell.

“It’s the taxes,” She replies cheerfully.

I can’t stay in here all day. “What happened?”

“They went up.”

Another smile.

“But why?”

“The government is trying to pay off their debt.”

“Bullshit!” I yell. People turn around to stare.

“There’s no need to panic, sir. Just come back later with the money,” She smiles again.

“No!”

“Do you need a Coma pill, sir?”

“No I don’t need a goddamned pill,” I tell her stalking off.

I can’t even tell if these people are even alive anymore. They have all these upgrades and they stuff themselves full of pills that rob them of their personalities and they don’t have emotions. It’s so frustrating being around people. These days nobody can handle anything.

You’re nervous? Take the pill.

You’re tired? You need a power-up? Take a pill.

You’re motherfucking alive? Take. A. Pill.

People actually lived before the war ruined everything. They didn’t just let the days pass them by as they just did what they were supposed to do like white-collared slaves. They would break the law and they’d have too much sex and they would hurt themselves doing it and it was alright because they were doing things. And what have I accomplished? I’ve accomplished spitting out bags of Coma pills.

I shove my headphones on and I crank up the music really high.

KILL KILL KILL THE POOR!

I slowly make my way back to my house and I slam the door behind me.

I stomp my way up the stairs. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be in the ruins but noooo America spent way too much money on war supplies. I let myself collapse face first onto my mattress.

I am going to sleep right now. I don’t care if the sun’s up. I don’t care about how nine or six hour is the required amount of sleep and too much isn’t healthy. I don’t care about sleeping pills. I’m gonna sleep like a normal person today.