Often we march to a tune we cannot hear.
Side by side, step-by-step, sweet second
By sweet, innocent second we follow the
Others. No reason is given for the way we
Act. Everyone else acts the same. Mirroring
Each other by wanting to be the other.
Individualism, nonexistent.
Slackers. Reap what you sow sixties’ lovers.
They call us the lost generation or
Generation X. We are not Chris, Amanda,
Susan, Jeff, Emily, or Eric. “Thou shall not
Judge.” The eleventh commandment, right?
Slackers, a label bestowed upon us before
We were out of high school. We march to
A tune called “Slackers,” performed by the
Player society, a virtuoso.
This was composed in my early highschool days, wrought out of the frustration of being labeled a 'slacker' by many adults.