Too content with what they fed you. Conserve a moment of the time that's left. Consider an alternative (than what's Convenient) again and again and again. Sicker and still we stand, embraced on feverish envy, Too complacent to finalize an effort for The last breath this earth lets us gasp. (It should go, without saying, that to give a shit is worth more) (Outsourced and overlooked. Where will I go when the power goes out?) Our aura is wasting away now Again, again, again until... (Than a thousand thoughts, or prayers, Or words – or any fucking other thing.) (How can I provide? Outsourced and overlooked.)