Death of the Unconditional

Bumping into people, crowded city streets,

Feeling all alone.

Yeah I got friends, but in the end,

I'm by myself in my home.

Going to the same places,
sickening smiling blushing faces,
happy, crappy, carbon copy clones.
Made up holiday, with hearts and cartoons,
placed up on cards and balloons,
Hah!!  The mindless drones.
Pretending there is nothing amiss,
with this production to create,
epic revenue streams,
seems unloving if I don't participate.
The unconditional,
has become fictional.


LA Kellam