Once the 'burbs vomited forth
a bevy of things to be against:
stores that are now closed,
fashion that no one cares about now.
There was rage-filled music
to make your blood boil
to the rhythm of THC
and illictly obtained alcohol.
We didn't see how good we had it,
as our parents shielded themselves from nature.
Now everyone is caught up in lies,
which we can oppose, for sure.
But where do we find our enemies?
They're a millions-headed hydra...
...on the phone in our hands.
Yes, we embraced new tech,
just like we usually did.
Parents gave us computers,
gave us phones, gave us new toys.
But someone held the key
to turn all of this against us;
someone prepped us for battle
against things that didn't exist at all.
A snap of the fingers,
and an enemy is drawn in the air.
With much hand-waving,
millions of idiots assault it.
An enemy that isn't there,
and a horde of attackers that are.
Can we make them turn on each other,
and leave us be in the shadows?
Some fight for visibility;
no, you don't want to be visible.
You don't want to be seen
by micropenised gun-nuts
holding an Internet-ordered dagger
to threaten emasculation.
Such stupid shenanigans!
Maybe they'll all go away.
Maybe we'll all go away...