Over 16,540,128 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
I want to crawl on all fours and bleet the coming of the new day.
The people of the landfill seem too pleased with themselves.
Eat more. Spend all. Just string yourself along until accidental death.
Expedited by treetopping cheeseburgers and cigarettes.
Anything to half the quotient of misery over a lifetime.
Tragic. In the willful calculation of vice and slavery.
Work to live. Live to work. Trudge. Tread. Grind.
Til the nubs simply fall off, til you forget the days without ache.
Round. Wither. Repeat. Ignorant of the vast towers of industry that cage us.
Rented air. Foreclosed space. Extorted time.
The game has only pieces and players
no victors, no colorful tickertape goal of candy islands or treasure mountains.
Fail faster, and rest upon the empty bored.
The familiar idle hollow, strangling all reason to play.
