Okay, Boomer

An American nightmare

Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash

Hang your head, hold out your hand
You’re no one in your father’s land

The land he fought for, bled for, built
That blossomed for him, for you shall wilt
There’s nothing’s left for you but guilt

You should have done more
Made the right friends
You don’t fit the profile
Here’s where it ends

Your work has no meaning
Your experience dated
Education irrelevant
Lifestyle inflated

So hang your head, here’s where it ends
Surrounded by peers but not among friends
All that you worked for is ebbing away
In the dawn of some other guy’s bright new day

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