"GHEEZ...OH MY!" BY THE WORDSMITH

Wordsmith, a part of a lost generation,

And tis so hard to believe in such,

Where folks are confused in a total mess,

Terrified of rejection, but rather proud of their Instagram perfection.

I live in a world where humans overthink of the simplest things,

Each time drowning the inevitability of harsh realities,

Spending more time on social media,

To impress people who also gat their lives to live.

In my lost generation, guys gape chasm,

As they are always framed between eventualities,

Believing more on smokes and spirits as modern exiliris,

Forgetting all they are taught, for they live to copy what others manifest.

We wake up so tired, zero plans, with negative feelings,

Chasing on clout, ladies undergoing numerous surgeries,

To have their bodies cocacola bottle shaped,

Believing that with that, they'll get more attractive,

Winning lusty packs in men, and inturn sustaining their insatiable needs.

Sex today has been a lifestyle,

With individuals fornicating left, right,

Ladies twerking their ribs out when their bra's are unclipped,

Letting numerous dogs, marauders and snakes pound their sunbeams without dignity.

I think its shocking that the world has unravelled its last thread of decency,

With "My dress, my choice".... Ladies dressing in short attire,

Chasing fame, sex and wealth,

Ooh Wordsmith, what a shocking generation,but why?

© THE WORDSMITH, CBK 😊✊

Mbele ni sawa😊🇰🇪

Art of reality 💔😔

-Kenya

The poet persona leaks the sexual indecency of the present generation. The voice spills how sex becomes a regular action between unmarried people, countless abortion of babies, artificial reshaping of the body by women, people spending time on social media and other negative sundries. The speaker concludes with a rhetorical question, "Why?".