One of the greatest tragedies
Is losing your friends of old
Who fell into the materialistic trap
And other self-tyrannical crap
Once upon a time
Walking clad in the veils
Of juvenile laughter
Full of shining character
Just to become
The screaming bores
With rotten cores
Hysterical over not closing a window
Fearing that their Siamese cat
Would be so stupid
As to jump into the plain street
And get smashed into hell knows what
Or simply get kidnapped
By malicious aliens
And screaming their souls
Because of the smooth touch
Of their 200$ plant
Forever agitated
Often times frustrated
Life has only just begun
Yet they succumbed already
Into the fancy cage
The tomb of consumerism
The walking cadavers they are now
Piled against each other
The neighborhood calls for a siege
To bring them back to life
For a new kind of strife
Ignite the flame
And regain the childish fame
Into a colorful frame