For the White Powder

all for the sake of white powder, s/he risks it all, daily, knowing that had s/he been born a few years earlier, that s/he’d have been luckier, that s/he’d have been able to work a job that had something to do with the degrees that s/he spent so many years struggling to achieve, only to have them end up as useless as toilet paper--- in fact, toilet paper at least has a function, unlike an AA, a BA, a MA or a Ph. D. s/he’s a “millennium child,” s/he’s been given his/her proverbial cross, s/he’s a side effect of Reagan & dubya & s/he’s full of anger, because what had been promised no longer exists for her/his generation. so the making of the powder is easy--- fine crystals produced quick from household items, undetectable by most & the payoff is fantastic, because the 9-5 piss job that s/he worked her/his ass off in school (piling up debt) to avoid, brings nothing in like the powder does--- so s/he burns all her/his bridges, those that would not help make the promise real & s/he spends her/his days using & selling, using & selling, deteriorating & providing for the deterioration of a generation that never had a chance to do anything but watch the empire swell & spread its cancer, killing those within & killing those outside.