Children Of The Blank Generation Poem by Kevin Patrick

My parents drafted me into this war
called life. Where joy's cheap and pains the score.
I found that birth's just a lottery
you when big or lose and grow richly poor.
Its best to eat the dog that's chasing you
Or be the horse that ends up as crazy glue

See I'm a child of the blank generation
Nobodies son and know ones holy ghost
Just a mutant raised on circuits
Slave of the black parade that forever roams




squares had me pegged but a circle I fell
Out of my mother, twenty seconds dead
Doctors held their scythes, professionally blithe
Brushing their mistakes, leaving ghost to bed
Nurtured on silence with my screams richly sutured
I combed the wastelands of Yesterdays future


But I'm child born from the blank generation
I fly through life with blind indifference
My humors black just like my luck
A plastic ghost with no Deliverance


Breastfed by tv our lives were nurtured
full of circuits. Filling space with empty pictures.
We build cults to feed our shallow egos.
Our diets full of lies we sell with smile fixtures
I could tell the truth, but know one wants the facts.
They want to taste the right side, laying face down on the tracks

Still I'm a child of the blank generation
Not a boy but not really a man
A living extinction pushed to the edge
Im out of time without any plans