Work, Friday parties, chores, spouses, kids, <br />Fashion to follow and patterns to be - <br />Standards of living. And now repeat: <br />'This is my life as I want it to be'. <br /> <br />You think you're perfect, you swear it's true, <br />But nobody is, you are nobody then. <br />You're welcome to Fail - population is you, <br />Enjoy the illusion of freedom, Failmen! <br /> <br />Late in the evening you search for some fun, <br />Playing net wars of the stupid and lame. <br />Pressing the button, you load your gun. <br />Play your reality rather than games! <br /> <br />You think you're perfect, you swear it's true, <br />But nobody is, you are nobody then. <br />You're welcome to Fail - population is you, <br />Enjoy the illusion of freedom, Failmen! <br /> <br />The further it takes you, the further you go. <br />A plain carbon paper with plain decorations <br />Is all your damn life till the end of the show, <br />A pattern that's set for the next generations.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcome-to-fail/
