We're all sex obsessed, we're all depressed, we're all stressed and no one is well dressed.
The internet owns us, the government clones us, we're covered in our own cuts and we're obsessed by this bone fuss.
What a sad nation, thriving on deprivation, such a stupid fixation, we've lost our concentration.
This poor society sees no variety, no one speaks quietly because everyone thinks they're a goddamned deity.
We're all pretty sad and we're all pretty mad, and this is all we've ever had and only now we believe it's bad.
Let's just move on, wait for the past to be gone, let the curtains be drawn on this thing we won't mourn.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
