Death of the Golden Age

Blank faces droning on while senseless words reverberate through the waves..... Education is dead. DEAD I say. But still they flock like blackened crows to a pile of rotten flesh. The minds today are like rusted gears flaking at every turn. No Room for Pointless study. Reality exists within a plasma filled box hanging on the water-stained wall. Literature is just a remnant of a lost generation. A vestige. An appendix, an organ now useless and ignored.