My generation
If I post a picture of a blunt,
The blue lights of thumbs up will jump.
But if I post a picture of goals or book that you could make a great investment,
Eyes will glance and fingers will scroll as the thumbs up remain stagnant.
Yet, as you apply that same thumb,
To roll that funk.
You talk of dreams,
But I can tell you just playing games.
Because your burnt thumb tells me your not hungry,
And that smoke your blowing is just the smoke you getting left in reality.
