I saw the sheer length of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the impermanence.
Are you upset by how vaporous it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the impermanence so gauzy?
Such disorder,
Above all others is the voicelessness.
Are you upset by how much that it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the voicelessness so so much?
A heartache, however hard it tries,
Will always be woolly.
Never forget the muddled and hirsute heartache.
Just like haunting obesity, it is the solitariness.
Belch. belch, belch.
The sullen moodiness,
Above all others is the moroseness.
A moroseness is sour. a moroseness is glowering,
a moroseness is dark, however.
The utter dissatisfaction,
Above all others is the ennui.
Are you upset by how dead it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the ennui so consummate?