21st century’s got me down [Collab: Rakuli & Flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions]

   There’s just something up with the world today, 
   nothing goes my way it’s all dismay with 
   every foray 
   and attempt to play.

Just this morning my watch didn’t adjust and thus, 
I was caught in a fuss when I missed my bus. 
It was not a plus to discuss with my boss 
that the truss of trust we had previously discussed was now bust!

So I returned home to my four bedroom complex, 
chock full of objects soon to be rejects 
for my next design projects. 
I sit to reflect, 
       perplexed at how my day had been 
          subjected, 
             projected 
                away from the expected.
You had it easy, breezy, it makes me queasy how bad it’s been for me.

__________

   That’s a sentiment that I can share, 
   the world at large seems wholly unaware, 
   and to be honest,  it’s making me worse for the wear. 
   It’s social disrepair. 

I’ll just try to explain it. 
It was five damn things that made my sunshine tainted.

One
Barista put milk in my black coffee

Two
I wanted chocolate and instead received toffee

Three
Left a neat room and returned to it sloppy

Four
Found a love letter but the target was not me
Gah!
Can’t you send those sweet words the right way?

Five
Guess you’re wondering how it got topped off
Smiled at a girl and she returned it with a scoff
I wanted to throw her in a trough
And light her up with a Molotov
What the hell is going on in the present? 

At the present descent of dissent, 
a gent couldn’t assent to consent at the extent of his intent. 
All these events have me all spent.   
I’m sure you can’t be content with this constant torment, 
what else is there that you want to vent?

____ 
  It’s blowing my brain hearing your pain,
  so insane that again and again 
  we’re detained 
  in this arcane food chain.

 I’ll tell you something uncanny, 
yesterday my nanny was locked up in some cranny 
looking after her granny 
so I had to cook for my girls Annie and Fanny.

Oh where could my butler be? 
He was on some overseas odyssey 
and I needed to find the cutlery 
so I could cook this subtle feast.

So I give up the idea of cooking 
and get on the net for looking at booking some takeaways
before the hunger has all of us sooking. 
But the internet speed was out to impede; 
8 megabits per second!
hardly the breed of speed needed to succeed and get us a feed.

 So how could I pave the way 
to save us from this starvation wave 
and get what we crave so we don’t pass away with 

“Died from hunger”

on our graves?

Microwave!
Frozen meals from the freezer cave, we won’t be depraved…
if I can find out how to microwave behaves. 
The manual? I overlooked it and somehow a frozen meal I overcooked it!

So to you my brother of woe, 
I’m sure you’ve got more lows you want to show 
but I’m on the edge and to you I throw.
_____
   I’m starting to wallow in all the suffering 
   we’ve had to swallow; 
   it’s akin to drowning in the flames of Apollo. 
   God knows what else is to follow.

Minute after minute, I’m stuck right in it. 
I hate to admit that I’m a cause for my own fit 
It’s got me lit, that my hair won’t just sit 
The way my genes code and transmit 
Leaving loose strands making me seem unfit 
I comb, I spit, I split, and I hit the strand that won’t submit 
But it won’t budge one bit, so I quit.

I tried to move forward, on to my closet 
Despite my hair, I still wanted to floss it 
Opened the door… 
Cue my deflation, I’d forgotten the limitations 
Of fashionable cultivation under the orchestration 
Of a man of no station, an obvious indication that 
I lacked the elevation to have the inclination to 
Add finesse to my self-presentation. Not to mention 
The realization that vindication of said preservation banks 
Largely on the absence of perspiration, a problem that 
Always leads to the exacerbation of any and every situation. 
Any mild propagation seems like a violation. 
Yet another triumph Of DNA replication.

I’m much interested in your continuation of this conversation, 
for I know there must be more begging for denunciation, 
it can’t just be hyperinflation caused by overactive imaginations!
_____
   Just give me a moment here 
   as I wipe away tears now it’s clear
   that we’re living in fear, misery without peer, austere sneers
   as we try to adhere to our careers.  

My feet! 
My feet they throb with every beat
as today I had to walk the street
as the valet was away 
and not there to greet me on the concrete outside my office suite.
I wanted to eat but four car park circuits I had to complete 
before I found my ride amongst the corporate fleet.

Fifteen minutes I went through, 
backed up in a drive-through ordering fast food 
and when I bid them adieu my order was askew;
I got one non-fat, low carb, sugar reduced burger but I’d ordered two.
They just don’t have a clue!

I just felt so lousy and drowsy,  naught could arouse me, 
maybe a sitcom on the TV?
Down on the couch I sat, cast aside my hat, 
picked up my remote, pressed 
“power” 
and spat! 
The batteries were flat. Fancy that.

Laying back on the cushions, 
the remote buttons getting a smooshing as I’m pushin’. 
It’s just so far from my chair to there
and with no TV guide I’m unaware of what will come on at which I can stare
and if it’s not got the flair I’ll again have to leave me chair. 
It is all so unfair!

Imagine how easy to be from the dark ages
where there were mages and sages to turn your pages.  
Anything tragic repaired with magic.

I don’t know about you but my life’s tinged brown, 
I feel a clown with a permanent frown: 

this 21st century’s got me down!
_____
    Your tales cut deeper than the sharpest knives, 
    these are truly the worst days of our lives, 
    but after today, 
    no hope survives.

O’ God, my God, why on earth do we need to feed? 
Can’t we proceed without such a tedious deed? 
The way it impedes me from moving with speed! 
I just wish that I could proceed to secede 
from these rules that we heed. 
I would lead the new order on my new written creed, 
and fight on til at least I was freed!

Have you noticed the way things are hued? 
All these strange colors have me in a mood!
Either far too sophisticated, or overly crude, 
every single one intrudes on my senses whenever they’re viewed. 
Even worse is how rude they can be
when they delude me to conclude thoughts that are skewed. 
Like a nude tone bikini, 
you’d think it would allude to a small show of boob, 
but no, the prudes, just let baseless lewd thoughts get stewed.

But truth be told, I’ve worn this frown to the point of my break down. 
It all boils down to the wretched lives in which we drown. 
In every nation, every state, every city, and every town, 
we’re all victims of this rapid breakdown, just like you, 

the 21^st century’s got me down!

________

Collab by:

Rakuli

and

Flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions