Where Now America?

where now

America?

your playgrounds and sandlots

lie empty,

as your youth

grow tired and disillusioned,

hanging out at the mall,

gathering in clumps and clusters,

wearing hundred dollar rags,

wrapped up in coolness,

struggling to be ghetto,

jaded with knowledge,

dripping with sarcasm;

nobody’s fool;

ice flowing through their veins,

filth dripping from their lips,

incapable of genuine laughter,

void of dreams,

growing old

before their time;

south jersey farm boys,

full of TV bravado and

James Dean machismo,

daddy’s good little girls,

playing MTV hoes,

busy being

trash talking, lil bitch, wannabes,

joking about

giving blowjobs for a dollar;

generation X,

childhood gone,

innocence lost,

forever;

where now

America?

where now?

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