A message to my generation:

Awake my brothers! Be not enticed by meager vices!
Betrothed to the trough while writing off your Father's sacrifices
You faintly feign fruition, feeding off the furtive fiction
Finding feeble feral fiends and fiercely forcing fertile friction
Fretting frequently, obsequious to opiate afflictions
Living hand to mouth while handing out your "Hand-me-down" convictions
Your hollow eyes search hallowed skies for haloed hues of hope
I pray thee break thine shackles! Slip the noose from 'round your throat