I Turn My Head Trying Not To Notice

The naked truth of present youth is pathetic and non-poetic. Some are searching for Nirvana in other’s ideals others have given up. In bottles and pipes, we find a few, if we actively seek them. But who does? Few care. Youth of today slithers through alleys, like cobras searching for big rocks. Rocks that will tell them what to think, and who to beg money from. Poverty parades around in their plastered minds. Not all, but some. Some make a posse and hang upside down in a backyard forest. Entrusting their flesh and madness to nicotine and marijuana. Time spent pursuing things that keep them on the edge. I turn my head, trying not to notice. Pseudointellectuals are making fun of the status quo. No surprise there; they do not fit, so they bite it with snake venom. Ripping it apart. Not only in America, but worldwide. Disappointing their established parents.