Be Motivated

we've got to fight now,
while we're still young and vulnerable.
later on,
we'll become frigid and shallow,
occupied by mortgage payments and hallow ambitions.
watching high school girls jog down suburbia
straight into the depths of Sorority Row.
Wishing we could be youthful and full of "zest"
we won't fuck like we used to
and won't talk like we could
we'll be useless to the cause
and forget what we stood for.
our identities will become badges worn on our sleeves
so any grocery clerk
bartender
or
whore
can identify me.
walking the streets because if we stay home
on the couch
we think we'll die
depression will eat us
because our significant other will die before us
and then we'll really be left
with
nothing.
but sentimental memories
of sometime.
boy,
can i just turn in my badge now?
i'm not even a quarter of the way through this
and from here
they all look like shit anyway.