By J.J. Campbell

one last hurrah
before the final
nap of our lives
 
bruised neon souls
gathering for one
last ride
 
may we dance naked
under the acid rain
 
tripping daisies,
waxing poetic
 
tasting the sweat
of the beautiful ones
 
one line for god,
one line for family
 
one line for the last
lover that slammed
your door in disgust
 
why do we bother
to even care anymore
 
the hippies became
yuppies and my entire
generation found the
tallest bridge and
decided to make a
sport out of it
 
the earth will die
and the rich think
they will live on the
moon
 
all the while
 
the roaches will
still be going

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