Yearbook Superlatives

Our closest dreams are too far —
I feel us aging
Here comes the funeral choir
The sadsack procession is following
Into the hall of remorse
Collectibles and their clones
Are harvesting the choicest
Future potential subjects of documentaries
Perhaps we are self-serving
But we’re better off than the pricks —
Let’s leave now
We left an hour ago: i’m already thirsty