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Problems With This Generation

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February 20, 2003
This poem, by chaosboy, is a rousing critique that is incredibly funny and frighteningly accurate. Sarcastic, witty and just plain mean at times, Problems With This Generation is an entertaining and informative piece. Picked and written by ~h-hour
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The Problem With This Generation
Chris Serio

The problem with this generation,
Our generation that is, meaning anyone between 10 and 25
And lacking awareness enough to be thoughtful
To the level that society should expect but is unwilling to enforce,
Is that we’ve gone it doggy style with too many Ja’s,
Too many Britney’s and Christina’s (Strap on notwithstanding),
Too many corn fed popstar’s and media moguls
With Beamers and marital problems that we actually care about, unlike our own.
An abundance of too grouped with too many many’s,
Makes too many teenie boppers too preoccupied
With Winona Ryder’s fetish for grand theft clothing items
And not too many many’s going towards those occupied with self
Enough to notice the projection of it that they ignore.

Da problem wit dis generation
Iz dat we tlak in slang, and cn’t spell cuz were 2 damn lazy
To, like, lrn teh rulz of grammar, makeing mistakes so, like, horrendus…?
Tht Hemmingway shud damn well b doin barrel rolls in his grave
And like, um, if he ain’t, I iz gonna spin him round round like
A record baby, round round round round,
I jus like, prey, that like, OMG OMG OMG, that like
No gurl evr clad scantily in cheep ass, ass high skirts
And white see thru shurts with like, makeup and eyeliner and stuffz,
Never gets into her rendition (that’s how u spell it, right?) of Hamlet.
2 be or like, not 2 be or something…That’s like, the question! I mean, duh.

The problem with this generation, or one of many problems I should say,
Is that we’d rather see the brutality of a bloodbath
And the senseless slaughter of some poor kid picking his nose
In the middle of whatever street in Iraq,
Than at least, in some introverted and non public way,
Enjoy whatever magnificent splendor is left in the movement of the clouds
Or some fat guy dangling his legs on the bus
Cause he’s ingested too many Twinkie’s to get his stubs
Stuck to the damn floor.
But we’d notice a car accident out the window, that’s for sure.

The problem with this generation is that we prefer cocaine to ice cream,
Guns to pencils,
Breasts to brains and reproduction to innovation.
The problem with this generation is that we have fine print
And disclaimers, like we purposely develop ways to screw ourselves.
The problem is that we have warnings and cautions on gas cans
To tells us they’re flammable,
A little sign telling us not to touch the rabid wolverine or the hungry lion
And tiny admonitions to inform us that propane is indeed explosive.
I’m sorry, what? Explosive? Noo….

The problem with this generation is that we believe that Missy Elliot is not a prostitute and can still give us what we want,
And we believe that Iraq and the war in the middle east
Is actually in the pursuit of peace and happiness for all mankind
And not barrels full of crude that’ll find their way into the ozone sometime soon,
And, the saddest thing really, is that some of you,
Maybe a great deal of you, might actually believe me. Hmm.

The problem with this generation is that we know it’s easier to watch TV
And shed tears then it is to sweat and lose blood
Faster then water in the Savannah, and we know it’s easier
To be docile and typical. Hell, it’s socially acceptable.
And social acceptance is a good thing.

The problem with this generation, as I see it,
Is that ultimately, sooner or later,
It’s going to be us that run this world.
And as they say in Hollywood’s best,
God help us all.
I’m afraid of a world where all mom is concerned about is workin’ it
And daddy’s getting it worked and the only trace of brain cells
Is found in the decaying matter that was reused to make us
And our offspring, recycled material leaving memories of a time where things
Weren’t like the are.
God help us all.
I love being prophetic. It makes me feel special.

An open mind is the key. Believe me.

Enjoy yourself. Don't get silly though, kiddies. There's plenty to go around.
© 2002 - 2024 chaosboy
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Woe, this is AMAZING, I admire you for writing this even though people may think it's " controversial " I feel like this put my feelings into words better than I could have ever done myself . Thank you, for writing this , Thank you so much .