My G-G-Generation Poem by Les Wordsmore

I like music from the past
Too bad yesterdays almost never last.
We're rockin' the zero's straight into the Tens?
What the **** do I even call us again?

Limited by our limitless opportunities
Isolated by the infinite size of our community
Stagnant but that won't hush our voices
Confused and confined by our infinite choices
Save your questions. They've got the answers.
Earth's got uncontrollable growth
All our progressions are cancers.
When the bottom falls out,
They'll take the brain from your head
They'll take the shirt off your back
And you're topless.
Krypton's in ruins, Now we're ****ed in Metropolis
Nobody bothers saving the savior.
Accursedly stoic dispite heroic behavior.