The world and all the people in it
Are illiterate assholes
Even with an education
They are still assholes
Because for some reason or another
Everyone is born a jerk off
A loser
With a low low I.Q.
And spoiled rotten to the millennium core
No more real geniuses
Or great actors or glamorous movie stars
No more great songwriters
No more great musicians or singers
No more great producers
Or movies
No more great poets
Or great designers
No more great inventors
No more great builders
No more great cooks
I’m talking about really great cooks
Like my Italian grandmother
Who could make a meal out of nothing
No more craftsmanship
Or quality
Or meant to last mentality
No more religion or church
No more believes in God
The Ten Commandments are dead
Honesty and loyalty are gone
Brotherly love is a thing of the past
It’s a rat race to hell and we are all in the race
It’s a new world of fast taking motherfuckers
That have no clue what they are talking about
It’s credit card debt
And buried in mortgage payments
For the next 30 years
Its two thousand dollar cell phones
And twenty-five hundred dollar computers
That tell us how to live
It’s automatic this
And automatic that
Its security cameras
And scanning devices
And satellites spying on everyone
Phone bugs and bed bugs
And long-range missiles staring in and
Peeping on our privacy
You can’t even fuck your wife in peace
It’s are children who want to be rewarded for
Doing their homework
Hey, dad, I need four hundred dollars a week
To buy electronics
Get the fuck out of here
Your only 7 years old
Well, fuck you too dad!
I’ll get it from mom!
Its liars and cheaters
And crooked politicians
And higher taxes
And water bills
And gas bills
Out of control health insurance
Its fake prescription medicine
From china
Oncogenic diseased cancerous food
Made in a laboratory
Its blow jobs on a first date
In the front seat of my father’s car
And solicitors calling on the phone
24 hours a day
How did they get my fucking number!
It’s used car salesmen trying to put you
In a $35,000.00 car you cannot afford
It’s the fuller brush man
And the fuller shit man
And the con man
And the scam man
And fake donations
To a problem that does not exist
Everybody has a price
The deferment of compulsion
Fake colleges that only want your tuition money
Its social media conversations
About nothing
We are in big trouble
I say to my friend
What’s it going to be like in the next ten years?
And his answer was
What’s it going to be like
In the next
Ten minutes..
Ken Riccio original poems ©
