Re:Connect: Degenerate Generation - Chris Buck

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Chris Buck
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Degenerate Generation

We are the Degenerate Generation
We span across all nations.
We are the summer sweat,
intoxicated and high.
the desperate plea of five more minutes
the late night cramming
and asphyxiation fetishes
the suicidal outbursts
the surveyors of apatheic…

Re:Connect: Degenerate Generation - Chris Buck

env0:

Chris Buck
~/~~/~~
Degenerate Generation

We are the Degenerate Generation
We span across all nations.
We are the summer sweat,
intoxicated and high.
the desperate plea of five more minutes
the late night cramming
and asphyxiation fetishes
the suicidal outbursts
the surveyors of apatheic…

Degenerate Generation - Chris Buck

Chris Buck
~/~~/~~
Degenerate Generation

 

We are the Degenerate Generation
We span across all nations.
We are the summer sweat,
  intoxicated and high.
  the desperate plea of five more minutes
the late night cramming
and asphyxiation fetishes
the suicidal outbursts
the surveyors of apatheic life passed by
the purchasers of rope, razorblades, and robutussin.
the anonymous hate
the cyberbullies
the harrowed cries, who lash out at the endless starry expanses that confines us.
the glitter text and autoplay music
We are the summer nights pushed past midnight,
the toothless young walking barefoot at four in the morning down the streets
whose body has not touched bottle nor blunt,
dancing in the spotlight streetlamps.
We are every cunt and bro,
the clich’ formers,
and spreaders of roumors
the long highschool nights led to,
the long college nights led to,
the long work nights led to,
the long sleep.
We are the bleeding kneecaps of skater kids,
the undeveloped photos of the would-be two-bit half-wit photographer
the fear of societal norms,
and social interaction
We are the escape from reality;
name your poison.
We are the paid subscriptions,
the addicts pocket change
the sex fiends waiting foot tap
the replacement of self until self is projection and is lost
We are the lost keys in the futon,
the spray paint inhalent
the doodle in class
the members of clubs and societies,
so that a good college will approve and suffer us through painkillers and booze and sex and solitude
We are the lied to, beaten up, subjected, dejected, rejected, abjected, expected to succeed because
they told us we could
a monotonous grey voice claiming opportunities they had not, would not, could not dream of.
they, who haughtily lead us in the dark
the widowed and divorced
the removed from ourself, our house, home, and social sphere
We are thhe writers of songs: we sing
the takersof life and the killers of free
the haters and the racists
raised to be the raisers of racists
We are the 1%, the 99,
the walmart, the nike
We are the brands we wear
and the names and corporations that own them.
We are the vacation to disney
the expected close family
the love of familial hate, separated
tied to friends and distant camradere
mistrust, anonymous faces of the internet,
grown addiction;
friction, smoke, dust, liquid, contact, computer
the names we create to build
masks upon masks upon masks to hide behind
to no avail.
We are the world, we are each and every man, woman, and child.
We are the humans who call each other colours, slangs, and made up arrangements of sounds
We are the rich, and the poor, and the hungry
the hunting for feeling and contact
the fear of dark, spiders, and small places.
We are the Degenerate Generation
we span across all nations
we keep running, knowing not what we run from or to-
but we keep going, and going, and going,
to a direction we hope, we guess, we were told.
is forward.