When we are old
wrinkled and crippled
with one foot
in the grave
destined to a house
with a room
where we sit
stareing
at a blank screen tv
while on our knees
we dribble
as our fluoride calcifide brain
decays to the last stage
before our posioned lungs
noisely sucks in
the last breath
of dirty air
as our ignorance
slowly fades
will it only be then
that a single
regretfull tear
will slowly travel
though the canyons of our corrupted face
when at last
we finaly understand
it was
our generation
that created this place
where honesty is batterd
day by day
while the skeletal minds
of our children
reap all
that we have sown
does it hurt
now that you know
that denile
was never your friend