>>> Warning! This was written in under 5 minutes while passing (Sun)day Nights back and Forth during writing. Judge it as such. <<<
Brand ourselves with the letters of a generation or two,
Store our dreams in Vending Machines
Until the answer to life's questions are a few quarters and a button's push away.
Write titles into the tags of ragged clothes
And call ourselves designers because we can create.
We sew our names to the backs of babes.
Emboss our crest to the breast of your last car,
Race us as though our status determines our outcome
And play our lines before you watch your life unfold in fiction.
We bet on who comes first and who comes last,
As if reality equals predictability
And a known name determines our right
To survive.