The Should Haves

The Should Haves sit before Medusa's Box, contemplating philosophy and art while animated Camo sheds blood. Their finger's lazily pluck the Lyre's strings while their hearts lust after imaginary gold and pseudo experience. Time whips them by, across the face, over their dusty hearts. Youth turns into decrepit zombies as the songs of later and eventually drum drum hum, over and over in their minds. Opinions grow and become more profound. Words uttered carelessly to eager ears who hear but never listen. "Where are the artists and inventors history promised us?" They will eventually cry, X-Box controller limply hanging from one hand, netbook and iphone in the other. They will continue to scream their questions and cry, never realizing that Hephaestus, their lord and savior, idol and lover, gave them beautiful minds but crippled all ambition. They will weep and cry, realizing that yes, they should have done more, but where and when was the time? There were games to be played, sites to be surfed, virtual heroes to be sung into MMO history, and porn to be searched. Certainly, we should have, they will cry, but it would have been pointless because, well, it would be someone else's fault. Someone else's fault. But such reason won't keep the truth at bay or the bullet from the brain. Should have...should have...should have.