My Generation

First, here comes an introduction,

About me….how I function.

People say and people talk,

Blur them out…I don’t give a fuck!

I am a rebel since birth,

Parents say our music is filth.

Kids these days have Justin bieber,

Hello, say Hi to my middle finger!

Metal, punk and rock.

Metallica, Limp Bizkit, Nirvana,

Nowadays autotune makes music out of a sock,

Key dollar sign hah, lady ga-ga-ga.

Hey, maybe I am getting kinda old,

New stuff is good right? - I’m still not sold.

Something is terribly wrong with our world today,

When a song is written about what comes after Thursday.

Some might share my ideas and some rage,

Some might say I live buried in a cage,

But you should get it checked-your musical taste,

Look into the mirror, how can you stand your own face?

Take this classical scenario in a club.

A dude having a mouse in his butt.

You must be thinking what has he been smoking?

Twenty twelve says; “Everyday I’m shuffling!”

Maybe just maybe, I should go hundred five point seven.

They have what I enjoy when I was eleven.

This is me, my sad sad plight,

Titanic is a love story, not fucking Twilight!

The Mayans say we are at the end.

And soon there will be no more man.

The date marks December 21^st,

How could our lives possibly get any worse?

-DNPY-

0243, 14/5/2012

Note: This is written entirely for fun and I’m so damn rusty!