Gen Z Fiends

Clean bedsheets and apologies

Mongol degenerates and raping priests;

Grasping for breath we cutting trees

Justice gagged, submissive, crouched on its knees.

Life; as we have it is pretty neat.

Dreams of autographs but signing deeds;

Isn’t it ironic; we are dipping feet?

Submerged, unbreakable ice; 6 feet deep.

Kisses and lipstick marks on the handkerchiefs;

I forget the face and feeling but I have an itch.

So, just for one night, darling, won’t you be my?

Or will you just ghost me again and be a snitch?

We, the old teens, have lost empathy.

So, please you may all keep your democracy.

We shall remain ourselves, off-the-grid; a mystery.

Ready to be the future to become history. 

I have no sympathy for your misery.

For your old lores, dreams of kings and queens.

We are about to take this to a new extreme;

90s godsmack, punch drunk, nirvana fiends.