We're Too Rich to be Sad, par Infinite Mirth | poèmes, essais et nouvelles sur Poeticous

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Infinite Mirth

We're Too Rich to be Sad

Attention Span

I met an old man dying in pain

He told me my generation sucks

We’ll end up in flame

We aren’t worth a fuck

And i’m insane

But hey old man,

Have you read my latest tweets

They’re as brief as my

Attention span.

Describe me in one word without conceit;

I’ll show you why humans are obsolete.

I have everything I need,

Plus a side of sausage meat;

I have a phone the size of horse dick,

I have more followers than Hitler;

I have an inner core like a wick

Books make me sick.

I’m starting to lose my patience

Wait,

What’s wrong with my generation?

(2014)

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