In between not so free healthcare and Herman Cain
i have found myself not caring anymore
there is not much to care about anymore
not class or sports or even writing
because however many times you tell me i’m your future i know if i’m your future
your future won’t be too bright you see the last generation fucked up
they thought no further than their generation leaving us forced to fix their disaster of a mess
i’ve been waiting so long to grow up but i’m 16 and i’m scared there won’t be any jobs left by the time i’m 25
i fear i will be forced to fight for mitt romney’s rights in a foreign country while mine are shoved under his mattress
i wonder how he feels knowing that he is sleeping on my broken dreams
Do you realise, mittington, that i have more years left here than you do or do you just not care
when Newt dies we will be left in a field of debt and greed
it seems that when Ms. Gingrich opened her legs in the hostpitle she pushed out a hurricane drowning my future
I wish Glodman Saccs could live forever
just so that they could see the damage they’ve done
At this point Bps environmental Fuck up isn’t even the pressing issue
right now the issue is that the government shat on our economy andflushed our jobs down the toilet
plunging our world so deep into the gutter that by the time any major apocolyptic natural disaster happens the head of Fema will be iin the south of france smoking medicinal marijuana on a golden toilet while we are dieing in the streets
because Chase took our jobs and everything we own
do you feel the least bit of regret
knowing that your decendants will be among us or have you sold your souls along with ours
you see i HONESTLY TRULY don’t care anymore
because Bill O’Riely tells me my problems are not that bad while he strips me of my dignity
But how would he know?
has he ever been to the flatlands of oakland?
seen 13 year old boys trading crack for money with 20 year old men both tyring to survive off the drug that your precious Reagonomics unleashed on us
We have been bent backward for them to achieve the american dream
we have been torn to shreds by dogs and shot with rubber bullets to achieve their dream
i’ve given up
i’m broken
waiting for a savior to appear in the sun rise that is waiting for me to move from messenger to messiah
But this son is setting
i am running out of time
We are running out of time
and money, and jobs, and teachers, and schools, and workers, and voice, and messengers, and messiahs, and people who care
i’m 16 and i don’t care anymore
i don’t know a way to fix these problems but unlike my classmates
i’m tired of hiding in the womb of my innocence
but i am scared of growing up
at this point my only inheritance will be a broken economy and a dieing ecology
at this point my future looks bleak
at this point i am broken
at this point i am a poet without a cause
at this point there is just too much to care about anymore