I hate this New World

that’s the exact same

as the old one.

Everyone has a part to play,

and they hold onto their parts

because what else is there

to hold onto?

Your hair falls out.

Your teeth fall out.

But how pretty you’ll be

when you glue them back

in.

It’s a sin, all of it,

struggling inside on a cellular

level, but yet they laugh

because

it’s too soon

to cry.