Ain't It Sweet

Ain't it sweet? We're the first generation To have our nostalgia packaged and sold Directly to us. God, most men have to Search a pawn shop for that. But not us. We are the pawns. Ain't it sweet? We turned ironic self-destruction Into a photograph filter. Now everyone is comfortable in grey. All of our jokes are about deprecation. But the humor only lies in The idea that everything we value Is constantly depreciating. Ain't it so fucking sweet? We couldn't get enough reality television So we sacrificed a nation To a reality star. Now I'm peering over A pile of dog-eared books Of poem and history. Tell me when it's safe to come out

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