Our genaration

When we get old
wrinkled and crippled
              with one foot
                         in the grave
where our destiny
              leads us
                    to a house
with a room
        where we sit
                  stareing
at a blank screen
              t.v
while on our knees
               we dribble
as our fluoride
            calcifide brain
                         decays
to the last stage
              before
                  our poisoned lungs
noisely sucks in
             the last breath
                          of dirty air
as the last
        of our ignorance
                      slowly fades
will it
    only be then
              that a single
regretfull tear
            will slowly travel
                            the canyons
of our courupted
             face
               when at last
we understand
          it was
              our generation
that created this place
                    where
                       honesty is batterd
                                       day after day
where
  commonsense
           stands alone
in chains
      where
         the skeletal minds
of our children
            reap all
                  that we have sown
does it hurt
         now that you know
                        that denile
was never
      your friend