Best Minds of My Generation

I've seen the best minds of my generation roll over. I've seen the best minds of my generation turn soft, and give up before so much as raising a finger. I've seen the best minds of my generation decide not to reproduce. I've watched as they've spent more energy writing off than writing. Shallow complaints and bitter self-defeatism is the legacy of my generation. The belief that we can't win anyway so we might as well cash in on our cut. The belief that the armor of this giant is impenetrable, and that our own minds are unreachable. I've seen the best minds of my generation ignore the rest of the minds. Preemptive defeat. Take marketing and advertising jobs, forget and ignore art, write off culture, scoff at change, debase content, and laud creativity. There's no movement because there's no movements. We are alone, inside our rooms, or in our clothes. We are too busy being cool, or too entertained to stay mad for more that 2 and a half minutes, which is not enough time to make it to Washington on a bus, car, or bike, and physically depose the regime which all of us admittedly despise. Our parents have left us for dead, and our children will be brought up in ghost towns. Our culture is absent. We are a barcode culture, a dollar culture, a sale culture, and a spent culture. I've seen the best minds of my generation bought and sold, because they were the best, but all we got is this lousy t-shirt.