They say
That nebulous they
That so many say they
Hear but so few say
They are among, that they,
That the kids in this day
And age can barely play
Except upon their screens, though they
Themselves will scarce look up. (Okay,
I’m no better for this than they
Are, as is as clear as day,
Since I use a screen, myself, to say
What I will to my angst allay.
But I see so many in the fray
Of life, proceeding day to day,
And, yes, it’s not untrue that they
Spend great parts of every day
On screens–although, again, they
Are not alone in doing so, but, hey,
We’ve got to find bad things to say
About the ones succeeding us, claim decay
In what they do and are so that we may,
Perhaps, feel better for our past heyday–
Just as was done for us. We must relay
That baton from our own parents’ day
As they did theirs, and thus assay
To keep them in their place, make them pay
For what they never purchased.

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