"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angleheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machine-
ery of night." - Ginsberg
Opposite 2009:
Good children bloomed predictable adults
solid homogeneous color of community
Plain spoken, nice enough, pleasant even
terribly boring, mundane, redundant beings
No! No! Don't think that. It's not your place, she said. Hush. Do not disturb.
And we do not disturb. Pleases! pleasing! plead!
Wasted energy on chores-but oh don't we feel accomplished, crispy black check mark. Go to bank.
Trapped by golden fences
Enslaved by themselves. (If only I were a metaphoric box maker how wealthy will I be)
Fenced in religion and work for titles' sake
Outspoken sheep still toting the line
O' the line is clear, straight, narrow, one-way ticket to Happy Land
Poor minds
Dissension dissected as silliness. Anything But, is stupidity. Isn't it?
(How can it be? It says so right here? See. And my parents did it)
And the wave is ever nearer to the shore where we use to be wild,
drowning ocean of morals, pleasantness, conformity
Some dipping head first, anxious to meet the Real World
Where sheep can roam wide and free
Greed, Forbes, 401Ks and benefit await at the bottom of this sea (distorted version of manhood)
No more teetering, relishing on young success of mass accumulation
And we, I, maybe you? Camouflage
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