A new generation.

Shakespeare said music be the food of love! These days too many are obese on iPods... I am not ashamed to say I am still on a vinyl diet

Too many believe the distraction is real devoid of emotion, told how to feel A nuisance of sorts is the living of life, so many resort to the pain of the knife. Detached and uncertain no life goals in place except for the ones screamed each side of the face Hate them, despise them, give me your time, Spat out with venom in no particular rhyme. Rap songs and crap songs mainly the same written by self prophet to grant himself fame no sense of reality giving it large most of the followers sit in triage. Love dying each season drowned in the mud while those left uncertain take their own blood Numb and detached no hope for the day some even un-knowing if straight or gay. Told what to think where to go what to buy All wrapped in sweet jingles dongles in sky consumer led focus with ring tight in nose willing to follow wherever it goes.