Estranged Youth

Wearing your ego in that ride as you go A new fragrance to hide an old flaw A cool flow that’s hot under the collar In that overdue ostentation soon to follow Wearing labels you are labelled like a billboard And branding a fake patriotism and brotherhood You are new age sold out to an old syllabus If I were you I would jump off that bus Undermining life like you struck gold The wrong directions this generation has been sold As if it pays to run life over like road kill Though even dead, some things are useful It’s the froth of lack of self-restraint The rotten brew of utter contempt I won’t cover my nose next time you walk by It’s the smell of breast milk, you've just been born free