Maxim
Date: Nov 20th, 2006 4:15:25 am - Subscribe
Mood: natural
What do you know about the future?
I think you'll become a consumer-whore.
I think you'll spawn a couple fucked-up brats.
I think you'll have a midlife crisis,
and what that can be -
who knows.
Maybe you'll gain weight.
Maybe you'll notice how your spouse doesnt
get off to you anymore.
Maybe you'll buy something stupid and expensive
like new luxury Sedan.
Maybe one of those fridges with the TV's in the door.
Just big enough to feel like your money's worth it.
Like you're worth it.
You'll "stay together for the kids" and
get up every morning to go read the A&E
uptown
in an expensive coffee shop.
Go. Peruse mediocrities,
There's nothing more to do.
You'll strike up conversations with strangers and oddly,
they're the only ones that really know.
In the sense that they know nothing.
You'll thumb your cellphone playfully, and play office.
You'll drink your half-soy, half-latte
Venti mocha cappacino...
or whatever other conceited gourmet shit you can swipe a card to.
It gives you caffeine.
It gives you an ego.
You'll sit, you'll sip, and you'll smirk
at the life unfolding around you,
One about as fullfilling as
the dirt on your shoe.
Your salvation, your maxim.
Your truth found in the traffic lights.
Fast food from the passenger seat.
Another weeknight, another deadline beat.
If only beating your wife was as easy.
I think You'll live out your hopes and dreams
Your life folded between
pleasures and practicalities
and whatever other passions...
begot from middle-management.
White knuckles to match the white collar.
You savor it.
The starch might make your skin itch a little
You ignore it.
It might brush against the stubble on your aching neck.
And you like it.
It makes you awake.
The haircut you can set a watch to.
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femmeemo - November 21st, 2006 |
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