doomerism

car horns sing a symphony
as plastics dance to the beat
while workers hear the melody
of a country full of deceit
unfinished buildings loudly clang
to the tune of minimum wage
in the alley, a ruthless gang
ignore the schoolgirl’s age

a mob of angry people shout
at the government to object
but what are they talking about?
life couldn’t be more perfect
just work your ass and pay your bills
and your dreams will soon be whole
you’ll get a house above the hills
as long as you pay with your soul

bullets run through children’s heads
and the world just bats an eye
villains rule, a virus spreads
indeed, the end may be nigh
and yet we live without a blink
like zombies under a spell
right now it’s not insane to think
that we died in twenty-twelve

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Here’s a constant disclaimer that I am bad at writing poems.