Lost generation

Lost generation

The ghost of fashion
Roaming the streets of Brooklyn
Intimidating the dedicated followers 
And gurus , scaring the pants off normal people

Speaking of pants, the males wear them
Starting at the knees ,letting all to see
What you not suppose to, dishing
The dirty secrets in the air

Females in the tightest pants or
Skirts that starting where they starting
Sit down spilling all the beans, g-strings
Entering the buttocks, tops not cover anything

The hotter weather, clothing getting less
If it continue this way soon folks walk
The streets in costumes of Adam and Eve
Where the senses went?the ignorance is rule

Lost generation, teens go to school
To show off in front of peers, not to pick up
Some knowledge, read the books or plan the future
The backpacks are empty, unfortunately heads likewise

No thirst to learn, just monkey around
Screaming wild beasts ,delivered from school
Ruining the public transportation, no respect for anyone
Particularly human life, hit ,push , shove, weeds untamed

I am not saying whole bunch of teens
Acting like this, regrettably the majority are
Upcoming times not leaving any hope for better

by Margaret Gudkov