Unpretty Poetry: ReLOVEolution Now. Part 1/2.

Before you start reading:
Please be aware that this is not the full poem.
Unfortunately, stories are length-limited, I therefore had to split this big piece into 2 parts.
(Not cool for the reading-experience, but better than not sharing at all.)
So this is not the end, this is just the beginning. Like, literally.
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Don’t forget to freak out cause the end of the year is near
Merry fckn xmess and a happy new apocalypse now – or whatever your favored hypocritical phrase of choice is you wanna hear

Spoiler alert: This year’s calendar is comin to an end, but your existence does go on
Damn, all that business unfinished and you’re still stuck in your self-pity ballad, singin the same old “My drama is someone else’s fault” song

Got big dreams? Bet you gonna change it all beginning of january 1st, in the year of 24
January 2nd: Dreams already down the drain, too bad you can’t remember your own promise to yourself anymore

Uncountable ways to talk to each other, yet a digital numbness left us with nothing meaningful to say
Tell me, when did all this communication overload appear on black screens and emotion exchange started to remain unheard and fade away?

Extroverts runnin the games, those with their mouths wide open screaming the loudest still get the most attention
Morpheus hand me the red pill, time to pull the speaker box plug, enjoy the silence and start an introvert-ruled rule reinvention

The real sex appeal glam diva deal went to hell, Grace and Ginger turned into filler-filled sexdoll-faces and g-stringed shaking asses
Ladies, your self-worth should not be defined by gettin online admiration for serving imaginary BJs and naked asses for the masses

“But it’s my body”-feminism gone wrong, the game never changed, it’s still tits, ass and dress less to impress to get a guy
Kentastic patriarchy still rulin, pretty wife, loving mother, remain ageless fuckable wonderwoman, barbiegirl wave your own identity goodbye

Social media metamorphosed into a random crap trap track, no melody just algorhythm, it’s all a swipe’n’go fake quid pro quo appreciation show:
I like your 2 secs of shit if you like my 2 secs of shit (and I haven’t even really seen the full 2secs of it), bro

Whoever did the supercalificiallistic definition for art and innovation creation for the new attention-span-of-a-goldfish unconcentration nation: Dude, we seriously need to talk tiktok- and IG-feed-free
You ever heard bout the ancient trinity of time, dedication and talent? Cause in all this moneymind bullshitbingo driven mess, that’s what my old-soul-young-mind-heart really misses painfully