Is It Too Much Too Ask?

Is it to much to ask for something more than    dopamine and ((pulsating)) cromatics       beating and shaking    against the walls    counting time    until    your middle-aged 2 A.M. destiny...    that never seems quite as good as it could be,    and you´re left singing karaoke to a wall    once your best years have passed you by    while everyone else gets drunk    fantasizing about    the fear of yielding to other´s desires    and you´re a*s.       Is it too much to ask for a little true love?       Romance isn´t dead, but your bleached hair    and fake tan are; standing helpless in the cross-rhythm    of your insecure shoulders, just so you can complain    about something else.  A rook in the relentless assault    to commodify one of the last few things    not ripped from our chests without anstesia just yet.       I will not forget how to dance on thin membranes of air    lifted by the scent of chivalry    because not all is sucked out by:    text speak and faux-paux dispositions stuck to listas    and empty stares batting themselves to death    looking for open doors to E-Classes and X5´s    with drinks full of secret ingredients.       Is it too much to ask for something beautiful    that goes a little deeper than damaged flesh    hung out to dry on glossy meat hooks?       To care about something more tangible you obviously    could never care enough to try an understand?