We wonder at tentative specklings of logical precepts.
Yet, we push labyrinthine thoughts away
and slip through existence with glaikery.
Ignorant mules, we, the youth of the present!
How can our eyes be misted over to the decripitation of our sight?
How do we not have the foresight to know that it is our dormancy that is slaughtering our commonwealth?
The malicious ways of our generation irks me to no end!
Put off this heavy idleness you slacking jejunity!
You supply a deficient savor to my mouth.
Bile ascends my maw.
Go, get out, you base deserter of all things reputible and sound!
Author notes
Did this for a contest on Storywrite and it seemed a bit poetic so I decided to put it up 
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