The spoken word on our beautiful generation

Do i feel strongly,
About anything?
Nothing, nothing nothing
Not even strongly about this word
Repeating, singing repeating
for the sake of a cause I can no longer remember,
No longer care about anything but December
Why? Why?
It’s my birthday, that’s why?
Am i arrogant, selfish, conceited, like a teenage girl
Don’t care again, again
This I ask eveytime
You ask me anything
I have embraced the modern pop culture
Of not caring, of not giving a damn
Of not giving any fucks, of ain’t having no jam
Don’t care, did I say it already?
Well who cares?
Apparently no one
We’re a mass movement of anarchy
Of lost history and geography
born from fear, capitalism and a state of democracy
Is it democracy?
The lines are all blurring,
even my speech is s l u r r i n g
What an excellent way to show
I don’t care,
I dont care
I’ll be on my way
Going along a road, that has been well formed by the million footsteps that preceded me.
The long road not taken is
overrated, overrated
Hop on this bandwagon
We’re all sheeps of the same fleece
Raze us, graze us
We eat the same weeds, the same grass
Fiber, moral fiber. what is that?
We understand money,
Bitcoins, dollars and cash,
blank cheques and pots of gold,
There’s nothing here
the soul long sold
Don’t care, don’t care
empty flesh, empty heart
This is our end, and this is our start
We’re walled minds for humanity’s sake
We roll, smoke, snort and bake
Rotting skin and pink entrails
daddy’s dying in metal jail
Who cares?
None of us do,
We’re the blossoming generation
of a dying world.

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Mamma

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Worthless like a street urchin
You said to me that night
And the way you looked at me
Made me wonder if you were right

Akin to the dust on your feet
You told me once a day
and as I shook you laughed
Telling me that’s where I’d stay

Clutching on the toy
Held tight in my hand
You hit me so hard
For a week I couldn’t stand

Hatred in your eyes
You smiled cruelly at me
As the belt hit again
And the blood flowed free

I though you were an angel
Punishing me for my faults
But now I know mamma
The fault was all yours

Mamma

Worthless like a street urchin
You said to me that night
And the way you looked at me
Made me wonder if you were right

Akin to the dust on your feet
You told me once a day
and as I shook you laughed
Telling me that’s where I’d stay

Clutching on the toy
Held tight in my hand
You hit me so hard
For a week I couldn’t stand

Hatred in your eyes
You smiled cruelly at me
As the belt hit again
And the blood flowed free

I though you were an angel
Punishing me for my faults
But now I know mamma
The fault was all yours