Sonnet Of Generation Y - Poem by Tim Cronin
We hear you Jesus
You just don't please us
We're aware of science
So there's no need for compliance
Our minds could be informed
We just underperformed
Thinking things are too hard to get
We live our lives on the internet
Even in the factory-college
Drugs come up more than knowledge
But none of that matters 'slong it's not mean
Another quiet bolt in the faceless machine
Tomorrow! O tomorrow we are the future!
Tonight! O tonight we drink for stupor!
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