So Future Sick Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

One day you
wake up tired
of being sad
and the brutality
of this ‘existing'
you throw change
in your pocket
then go out
to make it.

You switch off
your smart phone
then you disappear
in the city
and do shots
with suited strangers
who will take
off their ties
and strangle you
with them later.

You'll rob them
when you leave
to buy MDMA
and stay out
an entire night
then wake up
behind Fed Square
and make friends
with the buskers
and the homeless.

You will never
figure life out
from your bedroom
and four walls
it's not inside
your starving brain
and you'll waste
far less time
just finding out
or die quicker.