Post 43 - Broken Society Special

-B-ook of the End is making some interesting turns. As such, here's the new section 1 titles, and the theme poem, Broken Society. EDIT: Included is also the sadly missing The Book of W poem from my last manuscript...for some reason it's not shown on the older post. I didn't notice until now. Be sure to go back and check out Post 37, Another Big Project!

Section Poem 1: Broken Society

Better Not - sec 1
Buy Me - sec 1
Battle Corporation - sec 1

Broken Society

What we've got here is just another

Broken Society

Full of loser lovers who

Can't

Approach a dame

And free fuckers

Who'd stick it in egg salad if

The thought popped in their head.

The problem with these folks

Is that their general consensus

Of personal interest

Is in the investiture of nothing.

Were we really so young ourselves

Blinded too

When we led the riots into the streets

And called out the pope?

Now it isn't about us,

But rather them,

And how they try to ducktape those

Consumerist

Chauvinists

So they'll stop spending

So much

God Damn

Money

On useless crap like ATVs

Or ABC Family

Or the web.

What's the point of it all anyway

If they don't have a woman

To keep them warm.

That screen isn't going to smile back, you loser lover.

It's all just a slowly capitulating,

Blowing down and

Busting out

Broken

Fucking

Society

That will one day

Come to dominate the world

And piss off any

Interstellar travelers

Unlucky enough to fly through the radio waves of an episode of

The Real World.

And we're sitting here,

At the center of it all,

Trying to find our match online

When they're sitting out there somewhere

Suffering

From our Broken Society.

The Book Of -W-

The Book of -W-

Features only the most exclusive ideas

Of what and who we wish to be.

It is personal and unique

To every individual

Who braves the dusty tome's pages.

Inside the gold-leaf is a kinder ritual of

Self-impotence

Where you're all turned into gods

And told to run the universe.

Only thing is,

The Book of -W- pretends we're capable enough

Willing enough

To try,

When we'd all rather

Just look out for ourselves

In a universe

Consisting of singular perspective.

And the goal:

It's yours to decide.

Whether man stay beast or banish their gods of fate.