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To the Youth of America Scumbags

Contributed by tundrahydra on Friday, 25th April 2014 @ 06:17:32 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



I'm back to write some more and speak my mind
Nothing but reality in these words you shall find
Tired of this spoiled generation of brats
Raised privileged and ruined like a pack of rats
Chewing away at the foundations of our world
Disrespect and snobbery is hurled
At those that fight for their future lives
Looking down on us who work hard so they can achieve for what they strive
You can hate me for what I say but I speak the truth
These pieces of crap, yes America's proud and beautiful youth
I've been spit on and ***** on for serving my land
To preserve the rights and freedoms, only to be slapped with a brand
Don't talk to me about how you deserve more than you have
I had less then you when I was older and I was glad
Not raised rich but certainly not poor
I was middle class and I had my mother's love and more
That's all I needed to get by
Not some super changed console or 50 gig wi-fi
Screw you for thinking that the world comes on a silver plate
Little ***** like you are what I hate
And the thought that some day you will rule on high
One day I will be there to ensure you die
Things are already FUBAR
As you whine to daddy how you need that new car
So you can drive fast and screw around
Getting reckless and harming others being hell-bound
I realize this is a rant and I am in a rage
I just needed to flip the script and turn the page
This is my step back to the poetry scene
And I don't give a damn if I sound mean
Blame your folks for raising a thin skinned prick
Cause I bent and broken, yeah I don't give a *****




Copyright © tundrahydra ... [ 2014-04-25 18:17:32]
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Re: To the Youth of America Scumbags (User Rating: 1 )
by RussellReinhardt on Friday, 25th April 2014 @ 06:46:14 PM AEST
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Very well put excellent. Just one thing it's not only in the states that way it's all over the world in this day and age. Youth think the world owes them everything in life. We were obedient children to our parents. Now our youth wants us to be obedient parents. I gather you were some sort of soldier. That *****es one of when you lay your life on the line just to see others squander their lives, and not appreciate what you have preserved for them. I'm not really one for angry poetry although I have written 1 or 2 but this one rings true. Grate job.

Greetings
Rus


Re: To the Youth of America Scumbags (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 26th April 2014 @ 12:25:11 PM AEST
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Hmm. Not sure if I love this because of the profanity (it tickles my inner sailor :P), or because of the sarcastic tone. Or maybe it is simply because you are speaking some truth here. All the youth are not messed up, of course, but the self-entitlement does seem to grow with every generation. Everyone at some point needs a guiding hand to help them learn the important stuff- values, compassion, morals, hard work, love, and humility. Without guidance we are ALL lost.

Good job with this!


~Scorp


Re: To the Youth of America Scumbags (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 26th April 2014 @ 02:35:24 PM AEST
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tundrahydra: Welcome back to poetry! I think you did more than turn the page; I think you tore it out of the book!
Your cleansing rant has merit. Don't think you'll get any arguments, mostly because your target audience probably has never read a poem.
Their loss….our gain.
Look forward to your future writes!
softerware




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