The responsible hate anthem of J. Abernathy Thaxton (Part 1)

Let us weep then, you and I,

When my eyelids are drooping low with why

Like a junkie nodding off inside a bus;

Let us weep, through whatever depopulated streets,

The never ending bleats

Of pointless nights in a cookie cutter hotel

And rando restaurants in instagram hell:

Streets that wallow like a pundit’s intent

A pointless argument

To choke you with a “Tu quoque” bent

Go on, go on, ask, “What is it?”

Let us despair yet make our visit.

At the poolside women sit and drink

Talking of a new kitchen sink.