the sun inexorably illuminates

Without your approval the sun inexorably illuminates another day
more hours to fill alone with chatter of defeat and depression
watching the poets and dreamers drowning in the cesspools
where they will happily piss on you unless you are on fire
where what doesn't have a price must dodge destruction
you have to be a visionary here to see the beauty and worth
in all the not-quite-dead ghosts of the truly valuable
and in the eyes of all the suicide eyes you meet.

shut up that mournful wailing

This must be the way we like it
with beauty becoming only visionary
and visionaries dead or being killed
laying face down and drowning
in rippling slime and filth.

This must be the way we want it
now shut up that mournful wailing
tell the man how much it will take
take the money you neutral fuck
and go home and close your eyes.