Universal Phuckery Ii

Acquiring the libel of critics Internally at times I bleat And snarl, brow furrowed Like an actress when filming a major motion ***** “Originality bid us farewell” screams my advanced intellect Nothing more than a social outcast who lacks a catalyst (though thankfully the universe is an object of open ended philosophy) The voices of such a generation fail to carry notes Beyond the octave range Only Canis lupus familiaris feces, in its rejuvenated appearance, Delivers abstract imagery What was once honorable has dissolved into media sewage Virginal darlings now dissolved into marionettes Shall my poems alienate the public They shall at least demonstrate bravery