I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by HR,
so tenderly beautiful
and desolately naked,
disappearing in some boulevards of broken dreams, at dawn,
looking for the next rich idiot who's wearing
a fuckin' tie,
angel-headed street artist, melancholic bloggers
and wise and hot young hopeless scientists
burning
for the new infernal connection
to the obsessive engine
of the trendiest marketing strategy,
who were selling their smooth and creative
common ass,
like desperate virgin sluts,
in the supernatural darkness of this post-modern era
dominated by Chinese capitalism
and Western cocaine,
hidden behind the locked door of the same frail and immortal human power,
who bared their bodies to the Heaven of money, within Venus' sight
and through the mirror of Jesus' tears,
slaves of a world which smells of business
and every time tries to speak German,
children of a bitch,
without future,
children of Europe,
without Greece,
children of Greece,
without food,
spoiled last Plato's spermatozoa,
betrayed by Marx,
landing to Mars,
raped by Curiosity,
raped by the IMF,
uploading some spare grain of memory
on Facebook
and sharing countless masturbation stories
on Youtube,
while Miley Cyrus pretend to be Robespierre,
everywhere,
I saw the best mind of my generation
destroyed by mundane and spiritual wishes,
so cleverly aware of the importance of be known
and desired,
because Cristiano Ronaldo is stronger than Achilles
and Justin Bieber is more attractive than Dorian Gray,
voting Obama,
sympathizing with Steve Jobs
and esteeming Pope Francis and Lady Gaga,
schizophrenic
bisexual
liberal-democrats,
nauseated by Reality Shows
and Angela Merkel's jackets,
vomiting,
because of the worst of their nightmares,
in which monotheisms are the only way
to defeat this global addiction,
a never-ending attempt to buy all the products
of our feral human fantasy.
