Why have we given up on the little things?
Shooting stars that filled our hearts with magic.
Classic rock that filled our minds with madness.
Now we spend more cash to spend more time on our asses.
The concerts once jumped to and the lighters that waved,
Turned into bobbing heads, camera flashes, and dumb-asses trying to get laid.
The natural aroma of teenage pheromones gone wild,
Have turned into nose jobs, boob jobs, and some idiotic 16 year old's child.
Instead of suiting up all these people are suited down,
Boxers out and pants hugging the damn ground.
The Taj Mahal, the Great Barrier Reef, and the Pyramids of Giza;
Machu Picchu, the Great Wall, and the Leaning Tower of Pisa
Have all been rendered meaningless by popular opinion.
More important is the gossip of TMZ, E!, and an inquiring nation.
The beauty is lost in transubstantiation during an 8 bit, pixelated, internet fueled mass masturbation.

Carpal tunneled, blind and deaf I tweeted so long cruel world with my last breath defeated.

Which begs the question why oh why do we let the good things in life pass us by?