We're too old now.
Too old to indulge in
partitioned plastic plates
shatter resistant
but molded to hold in
three ounces of fun
per serving.
We've outgrown yesterday's
gaudy voice acting
and crude cartoon lines
washed out, two dimensional
color schemes
and character types, now
redux in high gloss CGI,
300 dpi
1080p
5.1 surrounding
both of our senses.
What's that?
We have three others?
But we've no time
for scented markers
on monochrome pages
Breakfast food no longer
simply sugar and bread
We swath ourselves
with succulent self-importance
tech savvy misanthropy
dolled up in decadent
anonymity
We are too old
to go to a friends house and play.
A list of woes and throes
gives us nothing-
leaves us nowhere
except in thinking
patiently praying
that we may never outgrow
our love for the things
which we've long since outgrown.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
We're too old now.
Too old to indulge in
partitioned plastic plates
shatter resistant
but molded to hold in
three ounces of fun
per serving.
We've outgrown yesterday's
gaudy voice acting
and crude cartoon lines
washed out, two dimensional
color schemes
and character types, now
redux in high gloss CGI,
300 dpi
1080p
5.1 surrounding
both of our senses.
What's that?
We have three others?
But we've no time
for scented markers
on monochrome pages
Breakfast food no longer
simply sugar and bread
We swath ourselves
with succulent self-importance
tech savvy misanthropy
dolled up in decadent
anonymity
We are too old
to go to a friends house and play.
A list of woes and throes
gives us nothing-
leaves us nowhere
except in thinking
patiently praying
that we may never outgrow
our love for the things
which we've long since outgrown.
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