We, the new generation, are the dream.
We, dentist smiles and thin, diet bodies.
Fluorescent lights, hope for a star to deem
Us perfect, alive: free of all folies.
We look for something pure to make us whole,
We Guess and some find the True Religion.
We gaze at plastic mannequins, its role
As a mirror. We are a partition.
Big city lights and we sing the anthem,
Little, lonely people want to be more.
Lady liberty sees a cash phantom.
America the great, home for the poor.
We’re manic on our night street, high on smog.
Dust on our night feet, dancers on a cog.