Bless you, sweet Ginsberg, you saw your generation destroyed by madness,

whereas mine, well we reaped what you sewed, crooked lines

of pop culture madness, here’s to the death of Pac Man,

junkie infused tablet eating, pill popping maniac,

spare the ghosts turning blue with cold, spare the next level up

for what did it prove in the end, that we were just part of Pop Culture,

that Generation X reaped the seeds of what was no longer normal

as we hid ourselves in the dark and chewed occasionally on food delivered