I hear the sound of the age old whine,
The one we all said, “it wouldn’t be mine!”
The complaint that is heard in every generation,
“But this time for real!” Says this iteration.
“Kids these days!” Cries some of my peers,
“It’s a disaster!” Shouts the echoing fears.
“Have you seen online? It’s the end of our luck!”
Or maybe you’ve just become another boring, old fuck.