Where are the greats of my generation?

The great artist and thinkers.

Will there be another Warhol, Basquait?

Of course not.

Are we doomed to a worth set by numbers?

Are we doomed to have language become a nuance

Where conversation is useless?

Where eye contact and subtle glances

Become fiction for Romances?;

Where is the fire in our youthful souls?

We want to be heard so we take another poll

One thousand nine hundred and three.

We gained the ability to reach the masses

But we chose to be classless.

Always looking out for the last

-Ist.

Where are the greats of my generation?