The Future

Worshippers of the shallow, whorish Hollywood stars Imitators of the gangster rapper’s hateful raves They drive small vibrating Japanese cars, with big tailpipes Unconscious to reality, caught in the dropout’s trance Fatherless children stumbling behind cell phoned welfare queens Products of rainbow partying, painted teenage hookers The indiscriminate lives of the mindless bobble head In an endless ear phoned zombie nod, to the loser’s tune Observe closely my fellow self centered Baby Boomers Watch and you will learn my materialistic X-Gens For these out of mind and sight products of pure decadence Will one day hold the future in their pierced and tattooed hands