Passing the Secondhand

I'm thinking of leaving
this cursed land
with it promises
of pop idols
progress
and good

i am tired
of its greyscale
and worn intentions

the broken clocks
that never give time
or grace
to its battered people

a shattered state
fed on mediocrity
and sunny delight

i cant believe it not butter

you better

because some day all watches
will be made this way