Necks made
of rubber, with no moral glue
Blind to
opportunity and what they continue to do
Don’t feed
the animals; just tap on the glass
Don’t make
a difference or get off their a___
The fans
don’t spin they’re just blocked with s___
And they’re
too busy to deal with it
They keep
looking forward through rose-colored shades
Never believing
life’s a bitch and one day they’ll fade
Bull S___.
More S___. Piled Higher and Deeper
All to earn
a degree as a certified sleeper
Sworn to
secrecy. But still speaking evil
Watch the
trash pick at the trash like a bunch of hungry seagulls
They turned
their backs and said goodbye
But still
expect answers when they ask why
Seemingly
entitled to the bitter bloody end
And they
wonder why they can’t find friends
A hope and
a life created by those before
Disregarded,
forgotten and thrown on the floor
Currently
unde-serving three hundred million plus
Self-satisfied
amnesiacs who’ll never get enough
Presently
forgetting those who worked to get them here
And the
spirit that was lost; to simply persevere
The foundation
layers will die soon, it’s only a matter of when
And the
entitled will look nostalgically at “back then”
They’ll
sink into smug despair questioning how things went awry
Never
admitting to their entitled neglect until the day they die…