kids of divorce engaged to failure falling out of love with their student loans getting good jobs in playing dead for 40 hours a week for 40 years on the rolls
he who fucks nuns later joins the church in the sad small towns where fascism sells the youth have hope but give 'em enough rope and they'll hang themselves from wedding bells
hunters and gatherers enjoying the fruits of progress watching the same shows in the same empty apartments hiding from the debt collectors and dreaming of work the abandoned children of God demanding child support
there must be something human still left in this being the lack of meaning is also a meaning the lack of feeling is also a feeling but don't press my face to the floor and call it a ceiling