(i)
we don't have real pleasure.
we don't have real pain.
we just have.
(ii)
60's flower power
has turned gestapo terror.
narcissus
in the looking glass.
cruel, cruel parents we;
our generation's legacy.
(iii.)
when will the we
generation discover me?
i
have been waiting
for you.
(iv.)
if life's a lesson
there are times
i'd like to drop out
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