The Monster At The End Of This Book - To Future Generations: Apologies For The Doom

To future generations: apologies for the doom
If we're being honest, we knew better
But the facts were inconvenient
We've left the lights on so you can see how fucked we've left you
You're welcome

Just to manage expectations: you've all been primed to die

The ignorance felt fine when it was willful
Distracted by gods, pop stars, clowns, and UFOs

We used our last breath
To argue about semantics
We evolved from great apes
To eat our own shit

We're not cynical
But show us an optimist,
And we'll show you a goddamn idiot
Thank god we'll be dead before we descend into bedlam

We lived through a global pandemic 
And all we got was a brief appreciation for toilet paper
This world doesn't come with instructions,
But denial goes in the recycling bin, guilt goes in the trash 
Allow us to use your near-death experience 
To sell you some actual fucking death
Sometimes it's too expensive to keep living
The fucks were too expensive to keep giving
Remember when we just threw it all away?

Written by:
Gabriel Lewis

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