X for X-treme
Lost in the rhythm
lost in the time
Brought up by the me me me generation.
Thus paving our destiny for the X-treme...
We ran, we cried.
We created, we destroyed ourselves, many times over.
And out of all our desparate yearning to finally be acknowledged, we gave you 24-hour customer service, 24-hour world wide web access to all kinds of communication, neccessary to access us.
So where were you, me me me generation? Would it be presumptutious of me to allude to your whereabouts and such? Perhaps, you were still off on your 'me' journey, seeking a pathetic validation or two and needing to always belong somewhere.
You, being more willing to mindlessly take your psychedellic trip with the society-sanctioned industries, who by the way, were more than happy to appease your sense of bellonging and quench your need for validation.
So like, whatever! Just let the elite few hold your hand and lead you down bullshit lane.
For there are a few of us Gen Xers who are leading the way to a place where scientific method, research and truth prevail.