empty demographics

aspirations
as drunk and as strong
  as the ale in
    which they swim

and as fragile
  as the sweaty dirt brown bottles
    that cradle them

aspirations
thrive within comfortable intoxication
  and die bitterly upon
    the chilly foggy morn

and life gets older and life gets tired
  and life loiters
    while the bones break down in silence

instant gratifications
obloquy consumptions and dark servile mutilations
outdated within the populated
  resides the obvious emptiness that no one is portraying
mindful souls left feeling underrated

  inculcated and without a sky to rise to

empty drinks
empty voices
empty souls
empty dreams
empty hearts
  ready to perish within the night

- ... .thurlo.