Anaphora 2: The world is...

The world is tired of all our pointless crying, the world would be much happier with beautiful silence.

The world is a sham of solace, thanks to the enforced prostitution of all for the desires of the affluent.

The world is a relativist, struggling to even find the resolve to get out of bed, simply to become whipped.

The world is an elitist, struggling to keep his/her generation down because of their fateful façade of character

The world is a conservative, struggling to confess that his/her cross is everyone else’s to bear.

The world is a poor liberal, struggling with his/her leprosy due to their lack of purchasing power.

The world is a megacorporation, manufacturing monopolies to mandate misogyny and misappropriation.

The world is a cuckolded husband who unfortunately trusts, loves, and sacrifices himself to its bitch.

The world is perfectly acceptable of the desecration of ourselves via the indoctrinations of the elite.

The world is an ant, drowning in the sea of stars with no tears being shed after its inevitable death.

The world is united with spineless white flags that wave only to distract us and funnel our resources for crime

The world is a hanging convict, which understands he/she shouldn’t’ve safeguarded their Judas.

The world is a pussy that it allows itself to be ripped by the malevolent and fails to please the deserving. 

The world is raped by the pimp-like multi-billionaires, which frequently sap the earth’s oil-containing hymens.

The world is pathetic, as the retaliation to evil is equivalent to the spoiled fruits and efforts of Sisyphus’ task.

The world is where Lady Capitalism’s stilettos please the posh and humiliate the humble.

The world is an annoying leaking faucet that nobody can turn off, not even with the help of an ICBM.

The world is a teenager with daddy-issues who only fucks with powerful men to fill its void of attention.

The world is a destitute man singing Motown songs on the subway to earn food and empathy, yet finds none.

The world is an empty bottle of whiskey; it’s casually discarded as it has no real value.

The world is an aborted fetus, a mistake.

The world is a confused Burmese man who asks only one question “What is life?”

The world is an anti-Semite who thinks it is so simple to deny genocides to desensitize the pains of nations.

The world is a house of cards waiting for an obese cat to playfully destroy it all. (in good jest of course).

The world is like a bar’s last call: if you stick around long enough, and sink low enough, you might get lucky.

The world is a tribe of cavemen that thinks it is okay enact violence and force for little-to-no gain.

The world is an empty tube of lubrication; it is not enough to keep anyone satisfied.

The world is boxed mac & cheese; it’s cheap, somewhat bland, and still give false hope to improve.

The world is a sadomasochist, which appears to enjoy all the atrocities committed by it, with it, through it.

The world is a lazy student who does not the will to type anymore, but was obliged to regardlessJ.