A generation

with nothing to say

cell

phones

attached to our hips

as we sit

in

classrooms, bored of the lies

we’re being fed

working low-paying jobs

for indecent adults

with empty faces

most my age are the walking dead

and will end up

typical

like their parents before them

A generation

wasting our hours away on

sports

drugs

drink

reality TV

A generation

even

bored of sex

Powerless

and in debt,

sickened by the air, the sun, the water,

everything full of poison

even the

apples we eat

everyone looks, speaks, acts, talks the same,

waiting to die

with nothing inside but dead air

and I’m stuck here with the rest of them

and I have to hear their prattle in the schools, in work,

on the streets, on the internet

with nothing interesting to say

I want to get away from all of them

It’s all such a waste