Its Great

By Billy Rock Mitchell

What happened to the planet earth?

Was it really always this hard?

The memories I find hard to unearth

Like a corrupted memory card

So many peaks and troughs

Swings and roundabouts too

With lurid shrieks and coughs

What oh what is there to do?

The wonders of this so called modern age full of toil, woe and stress

The feeling so many sods enjoy standing over their bed ready to undress

Making the young, dumb and full of cum feel like bums

As they do endless social and half baked monetary sums

Reaching for success and fame

Treating the art of life like a game

Where did it all go so wrong?

Why is the short so long?

When did we start selling the baby with the bath water

When did we commodify mother son and daughter

Don't worry your pretty little head there's an app for that; including fitted showers

You can play the game of love on your fruity phone and piss away the hours

It's great

It's great

Really it's great

It's so great

It's really the jam

Definitely no sham

It's fantastic these days you're just a click or a call away

Who needs privacy anyway

What you need is to earn small, spend big and die another day

Who needs magic, ritual and community?

Who needs lovers, losses and reality?

When you've got a beautiful white wall from the meta verse

From birth until that last epic post from within the hearse

By Billy Rock Mitchell