Yesterday Life Was Such An Easy Game To Play

My friends have been murdered
by porn and video games;
they don't see the sun anymore.
But they can get to level 36
by using that sweet cheat code
they found on the internet!
They are being warped as I speak,
darkening their hair,
darkening their clothes.
A constent quest for that perfect
Facebook shot, pleading me
to rim them with comments.
My friends: They are out smoking
pot, which is fine, but when the
pans start sizzlin', you should turn
down the heat just a notch.
They're frying bigger fish, they say.
While I'm out casting my net,
solo, whisling a tune only
the birds understand.
My friends--the girls and their
pregnancy scares; the guys,
still unaware of the wisdom
of a condom OR abstinence.
My friends--they are drinking
every night just to sleep
and think it's the only true
way to party! 1999 called me
yesterday; I wanted nostalgia
and memories, but my friends,
--my GODDAMN friends--
drive drunk down the lane; now
I only see them in obituaries.