Kids Tomorrow

Notice all the old folks, hear them say

What happened to the kids nowadays?

Sitting on their ass, shorts way too high

Lying, cheating with pants down to their thighs

This is the age of the young, wild, and free

But how many boys do you hear say

"Send nudes to me"

Levels beyond PG-13

Smoking meth and enslaved to a phone screen

Stuck skyping in a room pitch black

Come on, I just want my sister back

Look up and join reality

Remember all your friends and family

Respect isn't a myth, manners are real

Hid away upstairs, no Sunday meal

It's a new generation, so let the oldies know

What happened to kids tomorrow



This is literally the most realistic poem I have ever had the pleasure of reading.  I love it. Never stop writing.

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