for the white powder

all for the sake of
white powder,
s/he risks it all, daily,
knowing that had s/he
been born a few years earlier,
that s/he’d have been
luckier,
that s/he’d have been able to
work a job that had something to
do with the
degrees
that s/he spent so many years
struggling to achieve,
only to have them end up
as useless as toilet paper---
in fact, toilet paper
at least has a function,
unlike an AA, a BA, a MA or
a Ph. D.

s/he’s a “millennium child,”
s/he’s been given his/her proverbial
cross,
s/he’s a side effect of Reagan &
dubya &
s/he’s full of anger,
because what had been promised
no longer exists for
her/his generation.

so the making of the powder is
easy---
fine crystals produced quick from
household items,
undetectable by most &
the payoff is fantastic,
because the 9-5 piss job that
s/he worked her/his ass off in school
(piling up debt) to avoid,
brings nothing in like the powder does---
so s/he burns all her/his bridges,
those that would not help make the
promise real &
s/he spends her/his days using & selling,
using & selling,
deteriorating &
providing for the deterioration of a
generation
that never had a chance to do anything but
watch the empire swell & spread its cancer,
killing those within &
killing those outside.