Victims of Life (nod to Avett Brothers)

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Those Victims of Life

Wander.

Aimless and placeless,

Ageless, faceless.

Less than human,

To lesser humans.

Their words are slurred

Their features blurred -

None of their details retained,

Contained in the empty brains

Of the mindless Nines

Those blind, blonde, bland Nines

They fake affection to win

Fake affection.

Priorities jumbled

Life centered on a

Ranking system of attraction.

Pseudo-human

Wannabe humanists.

They never miss a date with the mirror,

And social media is their kingdom.

No real real-life interaction, bring them

Makeup and glitter.

Bring them flattery and

sugar-filled confections.

You’ll win that undeserved affection.