Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Disparaging

It's going to be really hard to explain,
But sometimes I really do pity our generation.
With The way it's going, I feel, with no doubt in my mind,
It's ultimately, somewhat disastrous.
No one really cares about insights to life anymore.
All they care about are the worldly things,
Like; what's the latest trend of shoes?
Or A name tag, called, a relationship status.
But what's the point of all these?
If we're just heading one way, in no direction.
Fuel the tank; where are we headed to?
I have no idea, keep driving.
It's diminishing to think, that at this moment,
We're still repeating the same mistakes our fore fathers made.
Aren't we supposed to learn from our past?
Or do we wait, till it's all too late,
Before we realize that this tone we choose to take,
Has set us on a catastrophic plane, with no axis whatsoever, to disaster.
Because no one tends to aSk, whY.
So I ask you, Mr. Jury,
What type of generation, do you wish for your future offspring?
Are we all going to turn our backs in this courtroom, and pretend to rest my case?
Like an alligator, Lurking underwater to hunt it's prey;
You watch me from the corner,
Waiting for the perfect opportunity to snap your conical, Peg-like teeth into me,
With your subtle criticism.

"Why does he always have to sound deep?"
"What is he, some philosophy teacher?"

In all charges presented towards me,
I plead Guilty.
There! you have your answer, Mr. Judge,
Handcuff me and lock me away.
Sentence me to the Guillotine,
and dispose of my head.
Tie me to a stake and dump me in the ocean.
I assure you, It wouldn't be in the least bit problematic.
As long as I am alive, I would continue to speak against this erratic system,
We choose blindly to follow.
With all this said and done, Mr. Judge.
I do not, rest my case.