Age of Anxiety Project

[80svampiresrock]

I did a poem:

It’s all gone to hell
All of my efforts and all of my trying
It has all gone to hell

No one cares about one another
No man true to his brother
No reason or meaning
No honest upbringing

All the spices of life
Gone into one bland gumbo
Nothing is everything
And everything is the same

Abuse and gluttony
Accepted and practiced
No admonition
No
Not for the powerful
Not for the famous

And where is this plan?
The one so infamous that God has written
Where is this plan?
To let you know it will all be okay
I have seen it
Cast into a corner and covered in cobwebs
Wake up and smell the agony
God forgot about you on his way to dying

And what’s worst of all this futility?
That you will read this and gaze into paintings
Art that tells you how wrong it all is
And you will not care
You will go about your day
Go home to your life of luxury
And forget it all as you fall
Fall comfortably in to your illusions