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 a*s 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.