My poor generation,
we're on for the ride,
an ocean of choices,
pulled out on the tide.
We're handed a beach ball,
and told to pick a side.
We're drowned in information.
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My poor generation.
My poor generation
don't know what it means,
the shock of the mountain
compared to magazines.
Is it timeless and holy,
or just a hill of beans?