Braving new world's new year of accumulated
debt, and still building more; things fall apart right quick
when piecemealed secondhand but also created
to fail, built to break; we've replaced actual brick
with slick facade, things that can be fixed with complex
over-complications still adding up to less
quality of life (it feels); natural reflex
is to be frustrated, not having makes a mess
of self-identity; what did I do wrong to not
be able to provide like all others do seem.
Nothing; it's an illusion; ev'rybody's got
trick methods for juggling, appearing to still dream
that stereotypical American one,
where all seems to be new, nice, and way more than none.
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