We feast on the young
We idolize their beauty
We study their trends for profit
Enriching ourselves from their cool

But let them remember their place

Should they ever speak up
We will remind them
Their only value
Is in their superficiality

And should they get any high minded
Ideas
About what the dinosaurs are doing wrong
We will remind them
They are still children
With the derision of our insults
With the stomp of our boot heels
With our sting of our pepper spray
With the solitude of our jail cells

We will say:
What do you know?
Shut up and look pretty
Make your music
Log onto our social networks
Create your fashion statements
But whatever you do
Never claim your personhood
Or we’ll wash your mouths out with soap