Some days its hard to face the daily grind, putting the blinkers on my mind.
Blindly following orders because its what we've always done.
Ancestors, forefathers, fathers, and sons. The working week seems to be working for only a few.
We get to chew the cud after its already been chewed.
Were told our opinions are valued.
But since when has value meant important?
I don't want a lot.
A place to call my own and a decent retirement pot.
Both of those were a given in the last millennium.
"Millenials are the problem, they care too much about their phones."
That's because we can't afford homes. The little rectangle I'm writing this on now is my link to the world, in a world that I can't have a piece of.
If I wanted to buy the house my parents bought when they were my age, I'd need to save more money as a deposit than they did for the whole thing.
Inflation is a cute way of saying were gonna charge more for the same thing.
You'll pay more for the same thing.
You'll pay more for a smaller thing.
Pay and things.
Things.
Things are really all this generation has.
Prada or 5p, they're both just bags.
The older folk don't see the value in the things we do.
We know that everything is worthless. Bricks and mortar, sorta just crumbled.
We work all week and we are no closer to getting the homes we seek.
We pay the interest and pay no interest in tomorrow.
Borrow, beg, payday loan, new phone.
Its all the same shit.
You wonder what is wrong with the youth of today.
Absolutely nothing, we were born this way.
Nihilists, Wastes of space, Junkies and Whores.
I don't want to be on this ride anymore.
I'll leave through the door marked entrance.
I'll go now, I won't even bother finishing this
