Loud music to block out the sound
Of angry voices going around
Adults, to that title they're bound
Driving themselves into the ground

Maturity is their responsibility
They don't seem to have the ability
To keep peace and tranquility
That's not to their ability

Acting like a group of children
More annoyed, I've never been
Their minds seem so very dim
The light that comes through is grim

They tell our generation we're making too many mistakes
They have to be playing fake
What about the mistakes you make
You're putting your honor at stake.