Unable to move,
People, people
Squashed together,
All monotonous,
Drone-like,
Shirts and ties,
Skirts and heals,
Scantily clad,
Mullets and studs,
Fake tan and make-up,
No morals,
No standards,
No limits,
No cares,
Their heads are in their pants,
Pushing and shoving,
No consideration,
One bad bump
Leads to a look of filth
That should be directed
At a mirror,
Bloody fights,
Projectile vomiting,
Drunken and disorderly,
Stumbling and falling,
This is my generation,
This is the youth of today…
One that will exist…
For many years to come…