the fucked generation.
We are the fucked generation.
That’s what they should call us.
There were babyboomers, and beatniks.
But we-
we are the fucked generation
Generation Z. Z for Zero.
The New Silent Generation.
A Generation of Submission.
and satyagraha gone wrong.
Fucked so many times,
the vulgar ejaculations of all the world
are dribbling out our mouths and down our chins.
The world at our fingertips.
More like the world encrusted under out cuticles.
Its detritus and corruption sending pathogenic
particulate matter coursing through our veins
We undulate with universal anxiety.
Damned if you do. Damned if don’t.
Particularly damned depending on who
you decide to do or don’t.
I have decided to be a celibate to society.
I will not be fucked.
By phalli made of the single throbbing
muscle of our minds-
sweating tears, taunts, and troubles.
Lubrication for depression
to penetrate us day in and day out.
When the world tries its tender caress
on my cheek
I decide I’d much rather be
slapped up against the wall
with some probing misery between me
and the hot, sweaty Body of Existence.
I want to snort a line of life
off the abdominus rectus of
of Profundity and lick
shimmering granules from the crevices
of the Philosophers Stone
wedged into It’s belly button.
Anything to feel the most
from life.
