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It’s not just the representation
That there’s a problem with our generation.
We joke about things like masturbation
And like small children we’ve too much fascination
With the “cool” idea of procrastination.
And there’s something wrong with our nation
As far as social segregation
And the alienation, domination, and obliteration
Of today’s kids; veiling their education.
Where is our concentration
And high expectation?
I’ve made an observation
And I don’t like the demonstration
Of our lack of preparation.
There has been a contamination
That has become a celebration
And congratulation
When there should be perturbation.
The decoration
Of the dedication
To a child’s limitations
Is an indication
That true contemplation
Has become as rare as real infatuation,
Because we all go off of attractions,
Instead of worrying about the consequences of our actions.
So we work improvisation
As a resuscitation
To our damnation
And it’s a silent confirmation
That inspiration
No longer has the punctuation
For exploration
And now calls for elimination
Of civilization.
Everyone worries about their reputation
So they don’t think about their intonation,
Leading “the boss” to do a combination
Of reaction
And extraction,
Resulting in the rude one’s over-reaction
And the story gets retold as an exaggeration
And the listeners reply with abbreviation
And eavesdroppers make up their own fabrications.
Whispers tickle ears as the story gets its own reiterations
And there are mouths, dry with exasperation.
This is why we’re all on medication.
We are hungry animals with too intelligent an imagination.
Soon they’ll try worldwide evacuation
With no consideration
Of the people’s agitation
And in retaliation
We could make a declaration
About the current abomination
And the need for restoration.
“Let my people go” shall be our exclamation,
Which may result in a larger altercation.
In addition
There with be no hesitation
In showing their dissatisfaction
But we’ll be a nice distraction
From the bigger operation
With our insubordination.
The cries, go on and try to hear them, for liberation
Have been lost in communication
And we point fingers in accusation
Too fast for recuperation
So we’ve got no toleration
For a little experimentation
But we’re fine with solicitation
In another person’s conversation
Without even the smallest invitation
Which makes for frustrations
And detonations
Of our hearts/as we hit devastation
Not even meditation
Can calm our trepidation
Caused by the separation
Of the population
Because of the lack of interaction.
Everyone seems to get satisfaction
From the tiniest vibration
In a person’s operation
When they’ve got some perspiration
And you can see their desperation
But there’s no contemplation
To help their situation.
No deliberations.
No mind expansions.
Though that would bring exhilaration
To my heart’s administration.
The world’s recreation
Needs a bit of sanitation
Because we think that ‘integration’
Is our final destination
When it’s just the registration
To help with the formation
Of greater appreciation
And that odd sensation
That you feel is a dramatization.
WAKE UP! It’s time for an examination.