Empty life

There are those who wield power
Over the weak and the innocent
As if they are some kind of god
When they are a hoax to the world
Condemning it to death
Along with all the other f***s
That help contribute to the world
Through the late night rage fests
Of the wasted future
That the politicians so desperately
Try to sell off their corrupt bills
On how to make them even richer than
What they are actually worth.
Why do we even put so much
Emphasis upon the idea of money?
What is the purpose in living
When we are all dying
Losing this age old battle
And going insane from the youthful beliefs
That the elderly pass onto us
In hopes to lie to themselves
In a futile attempt to make the claim
That their life amounted to something,
That thy did something important
When none knows why we even breath
Except for the fact that maybe a bored god
Created us in an attempt to entertain
His own pathetic existence that is meaningless.
Much like that of the five year old child who
Struggles to entertain himself after a while
And begs his unreliable parents to do so
In prefer to escape said boredom.
In the end however
All for nothing
And we go on for no reason
Pother than the fact that we are desperate
In a avoiding the fact that
Our very existence is meaningless.