We Are the Brainwashed Generation

We are the brainwashed generation
Living in a gilded Apple, actually
Not so much living as
Breathing, for we have not yet reached that point, sir.
Our hands have evolved into intelligent electronics, they
Shed their skin every week or two.
Beeps lights bells whistles supplement
Emotion.
We are the brainwashed generation, our minds
Computer screens, magazines, TV screens, dying greens and what,
What,
Kindles?
We are the brainwashed generation, a
Collective herd of Red Bulls, tweeting birds, vacant photo frames.
Connected, connected, oh but are we honestly?
Let us fill our mouths with honey, our hearts with hope, our eyes with light,
Light turned fluorescent, too bad the path was covered over.
Clear the leaves away, change the landscape, change the future, we still can, you know.
At least, at least,
That is what I have been told.
We are the brainwashed generation, our minds scrubbed with unclean water.
A variety of misguided escapists,
Unsure which direction to go, face the “Call of Duty,” oh, but wait, have I,
Have we gone too far?
We are the brainwashed generation, floating
As the current rolls on, blissfully unaware of our own
Premature brainwashing.