We follow regimented footsteps of rancid tread,
to mirror minor images of mere materialism
that clasp celebrity in right-handed realities,
whilst swapping sense for sustainability
and angst is dramatically decided;
divided diligently--
directly placed near bleating faces,
that baa too far from truth's backdoor.
Expectations eke a little larger than life,
framing quips of dipped deliberations
that holler "heil hitler" to moral codes
and media moments that march corruption
through meaningless tomorrows...
mankind's sorrows sorely weep,
whilst breathing broken dreams
into ocean skies of definitive demise.
I am utterly morose--mixed-up in the mess
of too many ignorant people
who define ideals with questionable sanity,
while nature lifts lids on vacant beds
to resist a list of unheavenly ails
for we are naught but extreme existence,
scribbled upon pages of stolen beauty.
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