A Generation

 Hopeless youth ranting
 On small rectangle machines
 Drinking dark and sweet and musty
 Green tea,
 And the old are fearful
 Of the new
 As they always
 Seem to be.
 Watching old movies
 That make you feel
 Hoping you can
 Write, paint, sing, scream
 A new anti-society
 For people to read.
 We are all disenfranchised.
 Our governments fail us
 And we consume too much
 For our own good.
 But isn’t that just
 Being carefree?
 A generation of people
 Told they were different,
 Each of us
 Doing the same things.

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