Poem 25: Sad Truth Of Today

Sad Truth Of Today 

 

Sad fuckers walking by with their selfie sticks, 

And filters on social medias that make normal people look like pricks. 

Nuclear missiles at Donald Trump's door, 

Long conversations that do not happen anymore, 

Replaced with letters from a phone, 

And emojis that they made a movie out of, 

Which would make the adults moan, 

And the young ones' cringe, 

Would rather inject poison into myself, 

With an unwashed syringe. 

Politics, politics, politics, 

Brexit, Brexit, Brexit, 

Makes me throw bricks, 

At myself and nobody else. 

Cancer for the unfortunate, 

Money as toilet paper for the rich, 

Life has changed, 

Life can be a b***h.