Starving and locked in Disturbia
cream millipedes crying in unreached wants
in the know their legacies are only curses and hate
little minds little expected but frenzied
dichotomy of invalidation
belching arid stench of unwashed limitations
verbose trenchers trapped in mud
no-wherers going nowhere  
stuck in forced labour with imprisoned minds
the gang of bleachers stranded on stained hopes
the orderlies of now and tomorrow
dare say go grow a pair
but know they cannot manage thus
its easier to moan and blame and choke in envy
and let those without birth rights take the strain
in soft floppy clouds lays soft brains in soft heads
can't make it in or keep it up
for they are
starving and locked in Disturbia