Shut the hell up old man
You don't know what the hell you're talking about
No matter your wish, this is not your world
It's now another generation's turn
Your peers had their chance
Now they've left the world in the hands
of forgotten votes and drunken leaders
The naive bottom boredom breathers
So here we are, offering another point
Nothing different than the goals of yours
The bandanna-colored wave of violence will settle when we're dead
Thank you God of Misery for your company
Save some for the fishes
Though it seems that it's just wishes
At least Florida will cooler underwater
Though conservatives will not bother
Signs of the end is near
Supported by the shaggy beard
of the forgotten man's endeavor
Unfortunate prescribed weather
So feel the pain
No different than
The problems and solutions
with excess ammunition
It's all the same
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This for me reminds me of the fact that in every generation there is a wide-spread apocalyptic fear blamed on the previous generation, and left up to the next one to fix. No matter how many times or how many people say they'll change things, nothing ever really changes. It's just the same variously decorated cycle over and over. Like riding the same roller coaster repeatedly with different scenery each time.
What inspired this?
You're a great writer, JJ. Remind me to read your blog more often so I don't feel like I'm playing catch up on all of your work. :P You have a ton of amazing posts below this one. I've read them all, but can't stick to one train of thought long enough to leave the kind of constructive or insightful comments they deserve. I'll be back for them another day... or later today, if I get my household chores done before I'm too tired to think. :)
I love how you always have such a fresh way of expressing things. Its kind of sad how we are in this never ending cycle. People complain but never make an effort, always finding someone else to blame.
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