……Some wish you’d hurry up and die, see you as a piece of shrapnel from an era gone by, generational self genocide kept deep inside, I know you from a generation that tried, but that’s why they put crack in our hands so we could commit suicide; if one can’t stop, suicide might be your duty, you should tuck and roll out of existence this instance, don’t waist another Christmas, I’m looking forward to the kids shoveling snow again, pumping gas again, sweeping up trash again, for a change in order, our neighborhood got slaughtered, and these politicians talking about defend the border, we can’t even drink our own spigot water.