who took us from strollers and away from our homes
‘til through our parents’ savings they had blown
so our “big dreams” could somehow be grown
when not a shred of light was ever shown them.
But they were all smiling, selling us a throne,
and we were just teen clones crying, applying for a loan,
phoning home lonely and losing what we own.
So debt and death hit us, the millennial young,
when their anthems of mammon were beautifully sung.
But we woke with a yawn while still in our blur,
to uncover at dawn what we couldn’t defer.
So we put life on hold for what we incurred
was to drug landlords who don’t sell a cure and
it’s “buyer beware” when you see nothing more “pure,”
so we all hung on a hook for we bit their lure.
Grown in bedtime politics from the womb
we were soon all sucked dry, as if in a vacuum,
when we woke to the sham (“‘cause it’s all a big scam,
man!”)
but we still had to scramble to keep up and pay.
So the holes rose up in the roads we paved
as the ground below us all but caved, and so
we grow gloomy when forced to give up our say while
big schools are resorts and we go there to play.
Meanwhile our troops lay down in the shade
just to die in the stands of the city street parade,
and just like them we think that we won
because telling the truth wouldn’t be quite as fun.
And as the same clouds also blot out their sun
and fill out a blue sky and our freedom is won,
no matter what we go study for, in the long run,
we can’t see the killed, and the free number none.
(And then someone gets billed.)
--Farewell Frat Row
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