Oh baby boomers, how we adore
Your stories of the past, and so much more
Like how you walked uphill both ways to school
And had to play outside, rain or shine, cool!
You had no cell phones, no internet too
Just rotary phones, and TV with a few You lived life simple, before technology
But now you're stuck, it's your biggest atrocity!
You say the world's changed, it's not like before
But let's be real, it's you who's changed the more
With your complaints and your grumpy old ways
You make us millennials roll our eyes and say...
"Oh, grandpa, just press the button, it's that easy!"
But all you do is mutter and get queasy
So here's to you, baby boomers, in jest We love your memories, but please give it a rest!
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Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era
PoesíaBreaking boundaries with bold words, this is poetry for the rebel souls. Let's take a gander!
