Off my chest and into the gutter.

Garbage.

We are a generation of lesser men with no thought of the horizon ahead or the sky above.  Only the dirt beneath our feet holds our gaze long enough to attract whatever poor excuse for attention it is we have accustomed ourselves to.

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

brilliant

[Just Kim]

quite intriguing

[A. H. Pinley]

I don't know if I would call this a poem or a statement. You make some good points. Nice work!

[John]

Too early in the morning to make any important decisions, left it under poetry.