As Bicycles with Square Wheels

My attempt at neo-beat generation poetry.

As Bicycles with Square wheels

What I have seen is a generation that has fucked itself into the submission of everything it hates

Aimless children of b******s kicking cans whilst mocking their own mockery

Where has the beauty of mind that was once thought by generation after generation gone?

Who are we to slow the cogs of a once functioning society?

We remain none better than the ones that we try so hard to distance ourselves from

We walk along the edge of a broken sidewalk

Minds a blank, fueled with drugs and alcohol, dulling the senses and f*****g the mind

Taking from us the sharpness and wit that the b******s of old had

 Not even I can be so bold as to break away from this pack of mindless zombies roaming the grounds of a grocery store parking lot

No one can

Even if one was so daring as to direct us in a new route of possibilities, they would be taken and condemned for all they are worth

Hunched I sit, cigarette in hand, weeping, on the overhang of self pity as I watch my peers like lemmings jump meaninglessly into a melting pot of mindlessness

Squandering their b*****d beginnings   

We have somewhere to go, but no way of getting there

Like a bicycle with square wheels that has remained in the same f*****g place for a decade for the fool cannot comprehend the simplest of rudimentary functions that could launch us in a new direction

But will any of us be this gift that will bring us a new dawn?

My doubt is exceptional

I sit and I complain, but do even I possess the constitution to lay new grounds?

I am afraid not

And that is why we have already lost

 

Author's Note

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[Glen's not so clean sla..]

I can see some Allen Ginsberg in there in the best possible way. I tried something similar in my piece 'jillian'. Feel free to check it out