Our generation
Has no great war
No great revolt
No great leaders.
We have no cause,
Except abusing substances,
Sleeping on a friend's floor,
Preparing for life
In homeless shelters
If we are lucky.
If not, a stoop,
Or a dark alley will do.
Pan handling,
Stealing, possibly
Killing - just to live
In the life we chose
But, only on accident.
Our generation
Is the mistake generation.
Dad forgot to pull out,
Or Mum screamed:
"Cum inside me!"
And he did.
And here we are.
Mistakes - unwanted:
Living in patch work homes
With family that is
Patched awkwardly together.
Our generation
Is narcissistic,
Reasons with technologic,
Bipolar, manic depressant
Attention whores; nostalgic,
Romantic, addicts, aliens,
And all sorts of messes.
Our generation
Has been offered
The mainstream truth:
A gilded teaspoon
Filled with cod liver lies
That we spat out.
Our search for truth,
God, true religion,
Love, and happiness
Often seems to be in vain.
"Vanity" is our generation's game.
Our generation
Lost its youth
To pedophiles,
Drug dealers,
A war no one
Believed in,
Divorced parents,
Parents that fought too much,
Parents that beat their kids,
Parents that killed their kids,
Parents that ignored their kids.
We lost our youth
Because the older generations
Were envious of our youth,
Beauty, and endless possibilities.
So, when we were little
Unable to fight-
They stole our vitality
Leaving us premature adults
Relying on substances,
Possessions, and sex
For a happiness
Walt Disney taught us of;
That does not really exist.
Our generation
Is lost
In a cold technological era
Never leaving home;
The comfortable electric hum,
Unless we are getting our drugs.
Our generation
Was misplaced between
The eighties
And the new millennium
~Peace.
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