future at the palm of my hand

spread future at the palm of my hand
against the palm of the offender
middle aged wasted prey

failure to pay back with enough force to call forth
the fourth wave feminism
along the mutual man-beast

go on then and take the kids
back to new york city
do resonate your name with the stars
while i masturbate five times a day
to quite a fine stack of mags
'till i lag behind enough
enough to not pass as fast
unless comes enough reason to draw a breath
but that's as unlikely as that back hand slap

baffled at best with the mess that entertains
set that old men die first
but young days last for more