youth

not given much to thought and less to duty
a generation without compass or map
caught up already in the cellphone trap
each girl convinced she really is a cutie
each boy believing that he needs more booty
no time to think no time to rest or nap
identity's thug clothing and backward cap
just to avoid anything that looks fruity
there's nothing here that hasn't been before
each thinks himself and friends unique
each thinks herself about to become queen
they're going out through that one-way door
but few will find the thing they really seek
at most they're guilty of being young and green