The timber's limber, slimmer, swimmer
greener, we're freer, leeches of glimmer
weepers creeping behind the seekers
we kids are but the adults' peekers
Shiver, shiver, bathed in glitter
River, river, we watch you slither
Wither, wither, all are winners
No one will be fraudulent sinners
Kids these days
with our blank slates
flaunting to adults
Kids these days
with our fragmented thoughts
piecing the puzzle of adults
Kids these days
will ponder
"Aren't we all just kids these days?"
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