Oh the magazines and movie screens they call to young boys and girls watching too much internet porn.
Or spending too much time on you tube viewing pointless things.
The songs have all been sung; there is nothing left to sing.
There are no words left to write; they've gone and written them all down
and now the inkwell is dry, not that the youth of today knows what an inkwell is, in the first place.
No, the kids today don't know the difference between Marilyn Manson and Marilyn Monroe, Charlie Chaplin and Chopin, Hanson and Don Henley...
You see, they long for something, though they no longer know what it means to long for something, anymore. In this age of instant gratification and even graffiti is fast becoming an archaic, ancient art form.
Can you point me towards hope?
Can you tell me where I can find the products of happiness and social structure?
I mean this has really gotten out of hand.
Look at your cell phone just to know they date.
Call on google to find the exact population of Spain.
Paper calenders and encyclopedias have gone the way of mammoths, dinosaurs and who the hell was Charlemagne?
1 comment:
I like it. But it's depressing, a bit. We all have to get that out sometimes, though. It's a little dark. Harsh, almost.
Don't forget that the spread of information has its advantages too. The social reform, etc...
But really. Kind of gripping stuff.
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