Delayed Gratification

An everywoman

The everyman

The poet

The pauper

The king.

The youth,

An abundance,

What is wanted,

Now,

Here,

Fast.

The wait that was once done

No more

Nevermore.

We do not wait for those things,

They wait for us.

For us,

So long,

So far,

 Unchanged.

We change,

We wane,

We slack.

And hack-

And hack-

And hack.

Our soul consumed

An eternal fire of complications.

We cannot wait.

Procrastination,

Tardiness,

General ignorance to time.

But we cannot wait.

We want

We want

We need

We want.

Nevermore the waiting game.

Summary: In light of the youth's inability to process delayed gratification (as well as other more important things in life), we're all fucked.