Anger and frustration vented through words
like jagged edge swords they cut through the surface
of my limited knowledge of how the world works
of how The Wise of my generation
get trapped in the age of consumerism
a gentle euphemism for
"I am a tool, use me."

here take this line
good do you see it
do you grasp its essence
doesn't matter here's another one
oh you're not done with the last
sorry the new one is better
use the new one or be gone
but wait here's another one
nice little shiny line
formed into a polished rhyme
as ancient gods of modern times
sit down to whine as they sip from wine
oh wait
we are those gods and we do enjoy
breaking taboos of days long gone
so please may I ***
between your **** come
for a nice long ****
and as you give birth to a monstrosity
the new baby jesus will amass a great
number of followers the old God dies
***** don't you dare to cry
or I might just beat you
'till it's time to die
you know it's true
I'm so lonely without you
and who needs boring stories about morality
when this new line infused with blasphemy
makes you wet your *******, gets you hard
slide your ***** into a ****** forget
about the complicated ways of romance
and cheesy rhymes where souls are shattered
and egos are held back lose yourself
lose yourself lose yourself
in the madness of flesh
because the only thing that matters is now
**** yesterday **** tomorrow
embrace the present ignore the rest
life is nothing more than a test
how bout that
you like it don't you
a sudden idea pops in my mind
and seeing that you're willing
to be blind lead on the path
I thread how about you
cherish this next few lines
about a lonely car that was
sold to a junkyard while
the car that just came out
the assembly line was brand new
the old car with all the memories
it held within its rusty parts
got destroyed crushed
left to rust in the junkyard
all the stars even the sun
shone their benevolent light
on the new car for what's new is better
what's new is a sturdy investment
well how's that for nifty little lines
sewn in poetry for the mind
while we're at it let's throw
some half thought opinions
about the depth and meaning of life
it's hard it's a process of strife
but if you manage to have might
you just might survive the hardships
lain in front of you
hahahahahaahahaha
look at that one look at that fail attempt
in living a so called blessed existence
surrounded by love and light
we know how things work
we truly do and as long as you
are living on the streets and have no home
keep writing poetry about kindness
gentleness and the way of the human heart
nah such trivial things are not part of our
complex way to live here we'll give you
something to chew upon and write for us
immortalize our never ending benevolence
we are your kind patrons our indulgence
gets you through the night
so those who come after me please remember
**** everything that's old
always I mean ALWAYS strive for the NEW
if it's OLD it's BAD
if it's OLD it's HORRIBLE
if a new version of iPhone appears
throw away the old one
don't give it a second thought
rush to the store buy the one
because those who don't aren't really
worthy of being called your friends
wash THOSE kind of people into oblivion
yes my lovelies indulge in your every desire
set the world on fire and **** those who
dare to think that tomorrow won't transpire
into the fruits reaped today

The wise of my generation
have become the tools of a nation
called "Idiot and proud of it;
Not worth my time, **** it"

Should these few meager lines
survive the trial of times:

You should find it in your heart
to forgive us, to forgive me
for tearing your World apart.