Lapsed Asshole

Take what you want and push it away.
There never has been any such thing as better days.
The myths that we’ve inherited are broken templates for normalcy and happiness,
whatever that is.
I’ll have no fucking part of it.
So looking back you don’t like what you see?
No worries, we’ve all logged a few miles down on our knees.
So you’re transcending the hyperbole?
Slogans beget community?
Oh please, don’t bullshit me, Pharisee.
All false idols are felled and forgot eventually.
All privilege finds itself accountable to history.
Wrought from shame, brought to blame — a collective sigh, «oh, what were we
thinking?» You’re a shudder in an otherwise improving tale; a coffin nail.
There’s no such thing as better days.