Today's youth are heard to say,
'People don't get me.'
With a doing little wanting pay.
'People don't get me.'
Many seem to have no thoughts,
Other than to text.
Downloading 'selfies'.
And exposing nakedness.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we did this to the youth.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we took their brains to neuter.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we did this to the youth.
Who could had 'thunk it'.
Who could had 'thunk it'.
Today's youth are heard to say,
'People don't get me.'
With a doing little wanting pay.
'People don't get me.'
Many seem to have no thoughts,
Other than to text.
Downloading 'selfies'.
And exposing nakedness.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we did this to the youth.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we took their brains to neuter.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we did this to the youth.
Who could had 'thunk it'.
Who could had 'thunk it'.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we did this to the youth.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That their minds have been junked.
Who could had 'thunk it',
That we did this to the youth.
With heads like pumpkins,
Pumped and funked.
With thoughts to be dumped in one bucket.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they just be a manifestation of us where did that energy come from?