As luck would have it,
I have something
to outrage about,
my grandfather,
bless his gentle soul,
despises me sometimes,
we all know them,
the Hammurabi generation
of archived, decrepit folks,
begrudging our freedom
forever discontent
with our ‘generational’ hubris
“I had two kids, when I was about
your age.”
“I was married, with a house and responsibilities when I was 25.”
Look at you,
how proud you are!
as if surrendering
to peer pressure
and plain old bullying
suddenly became
an achievement.
