our genration

When

we are old

wrinkled and crippled

with one foot in the grave

destined to a house

with a room

where we sit

stareing

at a blank screen tv

while on our knees we dribble

as our fluoride calcifide brain

decays to the last stage

before our poisoned lungs

noisely sucks in

the last breath

of dirty air

as our ignorance

slowly fades

will it only be then

that a single regretfull tear

will slowly travel

though the canyons of our corrupted face

when at last 

we finaly understand

it was our generation

that created this place

where honesty is batterd

day by day

while the skeletal minds

of our children

reap all

that we have sown

does it hurt

now that you know

that denile

was never your friend