Generation Y

Generations before us look down upon us like fresh gum on the sidewalk that they happened to step in. As if our vicious outbreaks weren't intended and our rebellious behavior wasn't foreshadowed. Upper powers could our parent's minds, forcing them to believe that we'll soon banish into a fiery pit of
mischief and terrors of drunken souls and beaten faces all because of a shady book that anyone could have created in days with a pen and a tab of acid, give or take an imagination. Generation Y is just a bunch of broken, sad spirits from past lives of Asylum patients and war vets reassembling to take the floor once again.
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Just some random poetry and thoughts.