Suicide sometimes
To work is to live
As I sit on my desk
With holes in my pockets
And weights on my chest
I stare at the pictures
In which I invest
Sell them to children
So wicked, my rest
The planet is dying
But not in the west
Suicide sometimes
Our offspring is blessed
Gimmick and gadgets
A gullible jest
Infinite scrolls
At a limit’s behest
