We Partied Harder Before You Were A Foetus

They asked us to bring a bottle to the party,
But all we brought were drugs.
We cranked the good sounds good 'n' high.
All we were met with was shrugs.
In the silence of neighbourly complaint,
We tore off creative restraint.
A moment in time: too late.
A prediction to frustrate.

All the garbage we left was reckless abandon,
No outward sign of our pleasure.
Tight kinship was lost on the masses,
In their narrow search for our treasure.
But the trip isn't down that steep road,
Cratered by our heavy rock load.
All of these strangers we goad,
In someone's humble abode!

Oh how times change in the courses we steer,
How we reflect, how we grow.
There's a tourniquet on our reflection.
Stemming our liberty's flow.
Concerns are not served by progress.
We once knew more was once less.
Big concerns of how we dress.
Want over need's an abcess.

From the party doorstep, now decades ago
To parent concerns we have now.
Times they don't change, it's just we do.
With the rules that the systems allow.
We forget what our youth was about.
Citing words like thug, chav or lout.
Casting much worse than doubt,
We forget what life is about.