The Generation of Awareness

Generation awareness?
What a crock's 
pot. There is no
clot for this 
spot on the earth
where no proper
sounds can
hound our 
table. The 
fable that 
guided our 
falling is tolling
like a broken
bell's billy goat,
so lost, 
so tossed about 
on the ocean of
excess preposition,
this passive voice 
whips up a whisper
to snip a snap 
out of our picture
of the times we 
happen to
happen in.
Pay attention?
Not enough funny
in the world.