Why did we waste those potent nights
With our pretentious gibberish?
Indulging in puerile drinking games;
While the wanton world got darker:
& the flag flying became prouder;
& News produced more propaganda;
& the garish light of celebrity grew brighter;
& once rarefied relationships turned rancid;
& radical Marxism was marginalized;
& crass marketing gained credibility
& higher consciousness was crucified.
O why did we waste those potent nights?
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