Synthetic Life

It's bright
sepia print
old fashion,
retro they're calling it now
the vintage look, all the rage-
my sunglasses on
I'm just like one of them,
synthetic music streaming,
strumming my fingers
not in tune,
in silent frustration,
singing-squealing about love,
lust
and a cheap one night stand,
hmmm, really...
about hardship
struggle
and a will to survive,
while daddy's bank account never runs dry
and school's not a necessity
or a need
or even a small vested thought
future's mapped out,
now's for the living
the moment,
'you owe me...'
of course, cause the world owes me too...