Perfomance is everything

An original Poem by Brennan
Perfomance is everything.

On that stage, under the lights and in everything that glitters will you find that true darkness society pushes their most loved. Your life and death becomes solely their entertainment, while morals and values erode like a Norma-candle in the wind.

In this throw away culture of fake foods, insta fads, feminine hags and dickless dads,
we are told to accept, keep quiet and dream some more;
son you can have anything you want, but save for me Gene next door.

Here boy, have some bitter sweetened alcohol and a cigar; lets throw in some uni debt, some condoms, an unaffordable Ford car?

Henry was right, the future was in his production lines... dad and grandpa still work there to help pay those speeding fines. And oh these machines, they seem to breed, hog our streets, poison the air we breathe. The madness and methods of the 21st century killing floor, modified the chicken to be fatter, quicker, to give a little more. And the vegans they cry: "enough of your meats! Let us go forth and plant forests of avocado trees!"

The naive depravity of this doomed generations' still sleeping their slumbers... its seen from here to the bathroom, and in photos of daddy's duck-lippin daughter.
While your little girl snaps faceless selfies to a swipe catalog of hook ups, fuck ups and break-ups... hide it with make-ups; you can fake it until you make it, but when you break it... it is not the spoon that bends or breaks.

And ever since my birth, billions have been added to the Earth. A horde of endless supplies, of people, war and baby's cries. Yet jobs are scarce and our wage a joke, we fight old man's wars and his fields we soak...
..soak in blood under the lie that is forever a piece of me, we died in these fields for two pounds seventy.

This poem is pure plagiarism, cloaked in a Jim Morrison's tone and condescending criticism of modern society. For a feast of friends makes a table naked. Raven's claws may give wings to angels, but they also cook nice on a BBQ with strangers.