Gaunt Generation

there was a tuned time when wet wits' wiles pricked pestered passion fragile fills foiled fracture there was a drooling decade when wanky wields waited on meagre melody, clogged cleavages hampered hanker humming hymns there's this mystic metamorphoses smothered time trails on lanky lips of tampered technology, squashed syllables dripping dances etched in gaunt gullibles this time is a bruised bile cooked in cauldron of vile vices. '20:05:20:19:42 Note: of gaunt generation.