Entitled

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…