I’m cute.
You’re cute.
Let’s get married and make stupid, naive babies.
They’ll have our beauty,
Next in line for our perfect genes.
Teach them to be artificial,
Shove dead hope down their throats,
and feed them to the wolves.
They’ll grow to be beautiful and empty.
Succeed at everything,
But their own dreams.
They’ll wander this earth,
a molded shell of what could have been.
Hey you, yes you.
I’m cute.
You’re cute.