What?

I once performed beautifully, effortlessly for a crowd
That I now feel doesn't deserve it
A crowd of overly sensitive bipeds,
ironic for that curvature in the spine,
yet I see only spineless beings parading
Feathers fanned out
Dancing gracefully in full view
Enraged by the stranger's gaze
That you, yourself bring to attention
Standing ovation for the classic imbecility
You breathtaking illiterate generation
Where ignorance is a superpower
And kids are baffled by the Hero

Tragedy telecast at 5 o'clock
Adamant on callousness being recorded
Demystifying death for the younger ages
Much like a gorgeous woman in a dress
It's the glimpse and grace that she wields that makes that woman sexier
And men ravenous,
But bloodshed will pacify angst and become porn nowadays instead.
They crave oblivion when given so many different views of it lately.