Today we the people
Act the part
Of the baby child
Abandoned at birth
Grown into an old man
In the beginning
We still had a fighting chance
There were the foster parents
In the green house on the corner
Attending to our every whim
We were the new fad
That was ages ago
We are no longer young
“Cute” and “precious” are words of the past
We have grown gray in our rotting rockers
Now we are “forgotten,” “rejected”
We grew fat in that neighborhood
We threw our knowledge out the god
Forsaken window
Who wants to adopt
A rebellious teenager, run away from home?
Our chances
Have flown away faster
Than a hummingbird
Flaps its mechanical wings