A teenager's view on his generation. A teenager who is very sick and tired of his generation. A teenager who thinks his generation is a manipulative whiney shitbag bunch of pussies.


1987-2007: The Bitch Years

All I can see is this bloody damn desert

Just sand and smoke for miles around

I wish I could fix it, but can't and know why?

No creature could live on this damn dusty ground



Behind me, the people, who laugh and who play

While every so often they kneel and pray

That someday a person will bring them a bay

To let the green grasses grow from the dry clay



But never, not one of them do a damned thing

They dress in black sweaters and whine all the time

They cry out for freedom as they worship their king

They beat their young daughter for their eldest son's crime



Behind us, the bones of the great and the kind

Who spent all their time helping those who were poor

But the dry ones drew blood, and they ate the Great's mind

Then they left them to die, and they cried out for more




Now a new day has dawned, and the sun's out in force

It is just about time for you people to quit

All the bitching and moaning and wanting remorse

When you don't deserve pity, you don't deserve shit



You have not earned respect, you are faceless and cold

You're a damn parasite, and you drink our souls up

Is the desert too dry? Then don't do what you're told

Get up out of the sand, and please Shut The Fuck Up.



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-04-14 at 04:57

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Larz Gustafsson
Well, you' re gonna have to serve somebody!
2007-11-27


Kathy Lockhart
powerful and profound. I love the metaphors. Beat the drum an change the world. Michael wonderful "stuff." I can hear this one being done in the manner of Rage Against the Machine. grrrrrrrroooowl!
2007-04-14



This makes me cry out loud Michael, because it is so true of your generation. We fucked it up for you. Please accept my apology on behalf of all the fuck wits who ever lived and died, sat on their lathargic arses, having not lifted a finger. But! this is your view, magnified at the moment. There is hope out there, in you, just keep looking till you find a better view. I have teenagers too Michael, just like you. Now write something nice to make me stop crying will you? So sorry. Tai
2007-04-14