Curse My Generation!!

Wrote this while listening to Wakey!Wakey! 1876-The Brooklyn Theater Fire. Enjoy~! XD

Bleach blonde hair,
orange spray tans.
Oh man,
what has my generation come to?
We've got oompa loompas,
running around wild! 
This whole generation is a madhouse,
a zoo!
Thank God,
there is a few,
that don't look like them. 
Or we'd have seas of orange and white, 
with no other color. 
I wonder if there is an escape button, 
or some other switch, 
that will banish all of these THINGS!
I'm not proud of my generation,
they're all up tight,
bitchy and whiny,
and won't shut their mouths.
Maybe we should send them to 1982, 
and maybe they'll die out!
Hell, 
I don't know! 
Just get these little,
swag f**s,
out of my sight!