Would you work for free
Masticistic slave
The children of tomorrow
Are in pain
The trauma of the past
Inflicted unto them
Another time around
A bag to hold
Tools of the day
Thrown away
Trashed
Does it feel okay
Pushed through pavement
Only tiny pores
Sift the decay
Acid clouds raining
Mental scars bleeding
Careless people breathing
Gone man leaving
Survive or die
Weddings and funerals
A torn seam
Society is kenetic
Waiting to explode
Destroy each other
Hostile take over
Does it seem okay?