Modern Life

The economy, or so they say,

shall have its time another day, and

fighting back against the grain,

return once more, with strength again.

A job market less bare is now a mad scrabble

To win the contest, and to beat the rabble:

Qualifications, interests, and aptitude tests.

Passions, promos, past employers.

Questions, queries, soul-destroyers.

We leave our hopes in the hands of the senate

Cineri gloria sera venit.
Fame to the dead comes too late

and yet who are we to change our fate?

We are too ignorant to bear the brunt

Damnant quod non intellegunt.
They condemn what they do not understand.

And so we buy the latest Brand

of bullshit fashion, culture, politik

in the hope, one day, of becoming siick.

Like, share, tweet and favourite,

blindly follow, love it, crave it.

Saturation has us screaming out

for entertainment with more clout

and yet we face a desperate future

a gaping wound we cannot suture

as generations now and next

avoid real life and favour texts.