The Fucks Run Out
The years pass on
The ideals burn out
like bulbs
one
down
another
down
The fucks run out.
Nobody needs old fashioned
or old
they want
new
2.0
3.0
4.0
You race, you run to keep up
but then eventually...
you stop
one
down
another
down
The fucks run out.
Nobody needs your slow ass
you fucked up
they want
theirs
reforged
renewed
remade
As you reflect you realize - that’s ok
You took your turn
your shot
one
down
another
down
The fucks run out.
The gears shift now, slower
The low ones you
left unused
shift
down
slow
down
Because who cares now? You?
Why bother again?
Who asked?
one
down
another
down
The fucks run out.
...
And you just do your best
with the time you have left
....
And the few things
to truly give
a
fuck
about
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