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

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