nether 2

Hand me down wardrobe.Grew up on the old dirt road.The backwoods burg.Never had any complaint.Because it was our road, our burg, our rags.Could've had pavement, some street lights,a little improvement.Still adapted, making due.In our neglect and overdue.Still had the old sun, the guiding stars.Couldn't complain.Hours became days.Days became years.The outlets came and everything became brand name.The workers worked,the pavement produced. Streetlight guided our way.To the brighter day.Canned food to caviar. Our walking shoes now driving the car.The great amnesia of a yesteryear.Looking shizophrenic talking on phones.The great future came and all we want is more,all we can do is complain. Our lexicon is what now?SETSTHE PRECEDENT