Thursday, January 20, 2011

Kids Today

Ill mannered louts
Rude and crude
Loudly profane
Some barely sane
Respecting nothing
Least of all themselves
Throwing, chewing
Angrily spewing
No ambition or hope
On a downward slope
Lazily cussing
Over minutiae they’re fussing
Readily fighting
Scratching and biting
Destined for defeat
Sad fates they will meet
Mourn them in advance
They’ve nary a chance
So weep for these young
At the bottom of the rung
If you can hear yourself
Over the din of their crying rage

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