You think you have your finger on the culture button,
But your ideas are as old as the wheel,
The pimping of your love for the personality points it scores you,
To say you are a waste is not accurate enough,
You are a void to creativity,
A death of ideals and philosophy,
Hidden behind a thin veil of deep-seated narcissism,
Blame your mommy,
Blame our culture,
You are now what you always have been,
Talentless,
And cruel.
Wilts B. Pierce is a gothic poet and short story writer from Atlantic Canada. He is currently editing his first novella and first two novels.