It's expected, says the data.
That corporate pocket watch plays catchy jingles
to all these smug, commercialized independents.
Idling, self absorbing, cyclical, pointless.
Happiness is provided for you
in 30 plus miles to the gallon
of an absolutely finite resource.
Pero a quien le importa?
MTV launched a new series called,
“OMG, LIKE, BABIES, OR WHATEVER!!"
and we all LOL (lose our lives) watching it.
My generation is like, so ratchet.
I mean FML, right?
My generation is sexting, fist pumping and laziness
with a spray tan and matching middle finger attitude.
We raise our children with empty values
and fret over them with digital eyes,
too preoccupied for proximity.
My brothers and sisters can see
Paris fashion in real time,
and never leave the living room.
We are experts of places and objects
we have never seen or held.
Wikipedia's graduating class
of .com scholars.
My generation is enslaved
to loans and collections.
Credit. Debit. Credit. Debit.
We are the bastard children
of loopholes and unpaid taxes
and fat government handouts.
I can receive compensation
for filling out a job application.
I can bite the hand that feeds me
...apathetically.
I can sue the coffee maker
for selling me addiction.
I could get rich for not trying.
However, my generation
prefers the viciously vicarious.
We are better entertained by it.
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