My Generation

Line us up orderly
Make us neat and pretty
And take away everything we hold dear
Strip us of our pride
And kick us when we're down
Because we're all just corpses that never stopped breathing
And everyone one of us is doomed

Tune our brains to MTV
Make us all think alike
And tell us exactly who we are
Mass-produce our individuality
And scar us with our differences
Because we're all just corpses that never stopped breathing
And everyone one of us is doomed

March us to our cubicles
Lead us to mediocrity
And tell us it's the best life to be had
Gouge out our eyes
And wipe away all our thoughts
Because we're all just corpses that never stopped breathing
And everyone one of us is doomed

At ninety words per minute
Turn us into human cash machines
And sell pieces of our pride all the while
Make us the machines we were meant to be
And replace us when our time has come
Because we're all just corpses holding our breath
And wishing that we were doomed

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2 Responses to My Generation

  1. montanna says:

    this poem it like summs up the whole way there trying to program us ur awesome

  2. Death says:

    Thats exactly how i feel…there all trying to change us and make us normal like were living corpses…looks can be deceiving…however you spell that

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