Poem of the Week: “Millennial” Means Nothing

“Millennial” Means Nothing
February 13, 2018

“Millennial” means nothing. It’s just another word
That’s amongst the dumbest labels I’ve ever read or heard.
It’s meant for folks who’ve been born between ’81 and ’96,
Yet it’s just for anyone of youth who happens to be a twit,
Be he or she loud, vain, self-entitled, foolish, or immature,
And because this word’s been so misused, its meaning’s no longer pure.

The binge-watching Netflix addict who spurns regular TV;
The controversial YouTuber who’s a millionaire, apparently;
The selfie-obsessed Snapchatter who won’t put down his or her cam;
The memory-depraved jump-cutter with the paltry attention span;
The snarky, self-assured “genius” who digs up, then bashes the past;
The nostalgia junkie who slams the present, praying to all it won’t last;
The screaming mimi who flips his lid at the pettiest of things;
The obnoxious brat who causes a scene for the sake of “entertaining”;
The self-absorbed “social justice” preacher who hates the other side;
The political extremist who’s got a temper she just can’t hide;
The shrieking conspiracy theorist; the posturing alpha male troll;
The callous meathead whose love for tasteless humor fuels his foul soul—

All these archetypes and more, in one form or another,
Have given “Generation Y” its reputation, brother,
For right and wrong alike, which society reminds us at each turn,
Always eager to trash them for their flaws, too stubborn to learn
How the generations of yesteryear were at their age back in the day
With behaviors of their own that were childish or selfish in some way.
In fact, some middle-agers and seniors today still carry on
Many disgusting mannerisms, dragging younger folks along
As the whine about the current era and all that they’ve lost
‘Cause they were too careless with their cash and now must pay the cost
Right alongside their children, who must now clean up their mess
And learn from the mistakes they’ve made, for Son and Daughter now know best.

That is, of course, when they’re not groaning about all they’ve been denied
When they were kids, and yet, they’ve got the chance to change, if they’d try,
The current state of things for the better, but alas,
They cave in to doing the same old thing that’s been done in the past,
Albeit oftentimes perverted, with old morals and values flushed
Down the toilet while the real turds linger ‘round and leave us hushed
In the wake of their pungent smell that manages to seep its way
Into the brains of the masses, making us dumber by the day
As we latch on to everything overhyped that lacks quality and taste
And ignore or dismiss all that’s honest and good, thus making us waste
The talent and efforts of those who try to break through the ceiling and thrive
While the people who lazily take shortcuts are those whose work comes alive,
Thus helping to shape and define the mindset of today’s society,
Which is why things have long been in the dumps according to you and me.

What’s worse about the word “millennial” and how it’s used
Is how “millennials” themselves say it ‘til it’s abused
About the younger generation and all the flaws they bare,
Criticizing “Generation Z” left and right without care
For their own apparent ignorance , buying in to what they’re told,
As well as the trash they themselves admittedly pull, which, too, gets old.
Such irony in the twist of this tale behind an age group’s name
In that it’s used by older folks to bring a measure of shame
Upon those whom for the name is meant who use it in turn
In the same way towards a younger demographic. Oh, how things burn!

It makes me wonder why even bother labeling age groups at all
Or why we have them, period, if it becomes a name to call
The demographic after us for what certain members of it pull
And the stereotypes that are thus born. Doesn’t it all make one mull
Over the stupidity of it all and question why one should dare
Follow the same mindless trend like a drone, knowing it’ll lead nowhere?
In fact, why even have age groups at all if we all know it’s a trap
To further divide us against ourselves as based on each group’s bad rap?
Isn’t there enough bigotry with which we’re made to cope—
Racism, sexism, homophobia—from the minds and mouths of dopes?
Must we really add ageism to the already overflowing pile?
‘Cause for me, this childishness has already long grown out of style.

Problem is, this foolishness hasn’t stopped yet, and I doubt it ever will,
Leaving “Generation Z” now to wallow through this idiotic swill—
A tradition that’s lasted years, if not decades, as things stand,
And all ‘cause older age groups can’t cope with the changes that come at hand
When the next generation comes of age and culture moves along
To something the don’t recognize. It’s the same old tired song.
Good riddance, then, to generation bashing, a tired old sport.
Nothing good ever comes of it or other acts of such a sort.
Good riddance, too, to the word “millennial,” which now means squat.
As far as I’m concerned, the creator of such a term can rot.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Wrestling Fans of the 2010s

Wrestling Fans in the 2010s
January 29, 2018

Immature, spoiled rotten, thinking they know everything,
Crapping on whom they don’t like, hoping they feel the sting
Of their spiteful words as they pour out their foul, faux-macho maws,
Slamming all who disagree with them, insulting all without pause,
Thinking they’re somehow entitled to see things play only their way,
Screaming and crying and breaking things when their favorites don’t seize the day,
Threatening others’ lives for receiving attention they don’t deserve
From the upper brass for this reason or that…it’s all absurd!
No longer can we enjoy the art that others already scoff at,
For these arrogant, narcissistic brats are smashing it quite flat,
Doing their part in killing off that which they claim to love,
And it’s time for an intervention to descend from up above
And put these overcompensating know-it-alls in their place
Before professional wrestling they further disgrace.
The bitching and bickering’s gotten old, right down to the “smark” shaming
And the bashing of “vanilla midgets” who’ve long been butts of blaming
For the alleged assassination of an industry once held dear
When bookers and promoters, too, have made the sane fans fear
The dying of an entertainment form that once used to be big
Until the spring of 2001 when its backbone snapped like a twig.
Ever since then, many have tried to bring the scene back to life,
Only to make like Victor Frankenstein and bring on more strife
With their monstrous creations, many of which have died out
In no time at all, thus showing the world what the struggle is all about
When even the people behind the curtain being out of touch
With what once made pro wrestling great for everyone and such.
Sure, times have changed, and not for the better, but that doesn’t mean
We can’t pull things together so that something good can be seen.
Everyone of us needs to shape up and adopt a better mood
If we want pro wrestling to move on and evolve with the times, dude.
Let’s all knock off the trolling, the fanboyism, and all the rest,
For constructive positivity is what this business needs best.
Let’s tell these promoters what we want and show that we care
And support those who show the effort in their quest to go somewhere.
Only then will we receive anything close to what we once knew
And help wrestling breathe life back into itself before it’s all through,
And once that change at last happens, oh what a relief it’ll be
To see pro wrestling thrive again for the likes of you and me
And persist for generations down the line ‘til humanity
No longer exists. Until then, though, things will stay a disgrace
With all the crap we’re pulling now, lest we all grow up and move on,
And I’m sure there are others like me who are sick of this same old song.
Alas, I can only change myself in the wake of this idiocy,
And quite frankly ‘midst such nonsense is nowhere I’d like to be.
Will wrestling fans as a collective whole wisen up? I can only hope.
All I know is that I’ll keep my own head on my straight and not be a dope.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Agent Query Connect Experience

Agent Query Connect Experience
January 19, 2018

Arrogantly talking down to those who can’t quite get it right,
Brow-beating them for the simplest mistakes,
Condescension spewing forth from your mouth day and night,
Dismissing those whom you don’t feel have what it takes.

Egomaniac you are, prattling on and on,
Full of fecal matter in what you say—
Gobs of words that ultimately mean squat in the run so long,
Heavy with burden in many, if not all, ways.

Insensitive and ignorant, not even helping one bit…
Just who do you think you are, hopeless nag?
Knock off being so overbearing. I’ve had enough of it.
Learn some respect or pack your lousy bags.

My self-esteem deserves better than the beating it gets from you.
No more will your wretched essays disgrace me.
Open your eyes, ears, and mind if you know what’s good for you.
Put your words back in your mouth and let me be.

Quit acting like you know everything when you don’t know crap.
Realize you’re as fallible as the rest of us.
Stop making points that don’t even hit home and shut your trap.
Talking further to me for you from now on’s a bust.

Ugly have been our conversations, hence why I’m checking out.
Very upset has your patronizing made me.
Welcome your next victim if that’s what you’re all about.
X me from your life from now on, chickadee.

Yes, it’s time I moved from your judgment and abuse.
Z you in Hell, should I end up here myself.
I’ve learned the hard way that asking for help isn’t always of use
When trying to put myself on a bookstore shelf.

*****

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Poem of the Week: A Long-Overdue Rant on Internet Grammar in the 2010s

A Long-Overdue Rant on Internet Grammar in the 2010s
January 9, 2018

Fifteen to twenty years ago, when I’d surf the ‘Net,
Grammar made sense just like it did in school.
Nowadays, though, old man that I am, I can’t help but fret
At how today’s folks write ‘cause it isn’t cool.

Miscaps here, misspellings there, lack of punctuation all around—
It’s all enough to make me sick to my gut.
I hate the way it looks on screen and even the way it sounds
When I read it aloud and witness the kind of rut

Society’s now in mentally ‘cause honestly, what the hell
Has become of us from a written point of view?
We used to be so neat and concise, but these days, all’s not well.
Where did we go so wrong out of the blue?

Have we really gotten so stressed for time that we cannot bear
To take a moment to write a sentence right,
Or have we just gotten lazy and stopped giving any care
To what we publish on the Internet day and night?

I only ask ‘cause not only is our grammar collectively
Devolving, but so is our sense of thought,
For no longer do we think through what we want others to see
Or hear, even though deep down we know we ought.

Somebody stinks at something? We scold them, “Git gud, scrub!”
Something angers us? We type IN ALL CAPS
With multiple exclamation points ‘cause we’re just that livid, bub,
And are in that serious need of a nap.

Its versus It’s, Then versus Than, There versus They’re versus Their
Not to mention Yore versus You’re versus Your
This misuse of similar-sounding words is more than I can bear…
And yes…bear! Not bare. Leave that at the door

Right along with your ellipses used in the place of periods
‘Cause they’re made of three periods themselves, right?
Also, Dont versus Don’t? Isnt versus Isn’t? Whose teaching these kids
How to not use apostrophes day and night?

Notice, too, how I used Also to start a sentence rather than And
Like we ‘80s kids were taught once upon a time,
For conjunctions’ function is to join sentences and fragments at hand,
Not start them like we do now, friends of mine.

Alas, though, each mid-paragraph, it’s And, But, Or all day,
Every day like it’s nobody else’s bloody biz,
Right along with the double negatives like don’t none and ain’t no way.
It’s insulting, even to one who’s not a grammar wiz.

Comparative forms in adjectives these days also makes me mad.
I’m sure you, too, have noticed this vexing matter,
For kids and even adults now say more hairy, more petty, and more sad
As opposed to hairier, pettier, and sadder.

To think, too, I’ve only scratched the surface of this steaming mess,
And the more I look, the less relief I see.
I know it’s petty and paranoid of me, but I can’t rest
As I wonder where the world’s literacy could be.

Am I overreacting? Are things really that bad?
Will we ever revolve from where we are now?
All I know is how all this bad grammar’s been making me sad
And wish that we could go back some way, somehow.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Zombie Apocalypse Now

Zombie Apocalypse Now
January 4, 2018

Zombies strolling
Zombies stomping
Stomping on the lawn
Stomping along the streets
Streets of ruin
Streets of the damned
Damned ears plugged with buds
Damned eyes turned towards screens
Screens in our stores
Screens in their hands
Hands too busy with gadgets
Hands too busy with trinkets
Trinkets of precious metal
Trinkets made to distract
Distract from the world around us
Distract from the rest of humanity
Humanity turned away from itself
Humanity enslaved
Enslaved by its own vices
Enslaved by its own devices
Devices meant to be tools
Devices now made our masters
Masters of our free time
Masters over our free will
Will this ever stop?
Will we ever fight back—
Back against our own dehumanization?
Back against our own undoing?
Undoing that’s escalated from previous generations
Undoing further made by blind fandom
Fandom of any given media
Fandom that leads to disturbing behavior
Behavior deemed disruptive
Behavior deemed infantile
Infantile in public
Infantile on the Internet
Internet where all is as good as archived
Internet where nothing is forgotten
Forgotten is rational behavior
Forgotten is civility
Civility and respect
Civility that we used to have
Have we been destined for this?
Have we been meant to suffer like this?
This can’t be how humanity ends.
This has got to stop.
Stop everyone from becoming a zombie!
Stop the apocalypse!
Zombie
Apocalypse

*****

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Poem of the Week: Back to the Drawing Board

Back to the Drawing Board
December 17, 2017

I thought I was finished. I thought that I was done,
But alas…it’s back to the drawing board for me,
For with this one project of mine, I’d jumped the gun,
As it’s still not the best of its kind it can be.
The plot’s all sloppy and all over the dang place;
The characters are blander than cold, stale gruel;
And even my grammar’s trash. Oh, what a disgrace!
How could I be so dang negligent and cruel?
Usually I know better than to leave things
In such a tasteless, amateurish disarray,
But lately, my day job ‘s call relentlessly sings,
And my dream’s been slipping further and more away.
Oh, well…’nough complaining! Time to get back to work
And make up for being such an unmindful jerk.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Another Rant against Minooka

Another Rant against Minooka
October 16, 2017

Minooka’s at it again.
They’ve come back ‘round the bend—
Back out of their slumber
With a new number,
Harassing us to no end.

They play ring-a-ling ditch with ease
Day after day as they please
With the balderdash
Of collecting cash
For various charities—

That is, of course, unless they
Hang up on one right away
Upon one picking up,
And if that ain’t enough
To ruin their victims’ days,

One can’t even call them back
To tell them “Knock off the attacks!”
For on the other end
Is a robo voice, friend,
To feed callers vapid flack

Of how they’re DNC exempt
And shame on them for the attempt
To launch a complaint
At them ‘cause they ain’t
Having it, no matter how one’s spent.

Now, I’ve railed against these creeps before
And the reality that’s in store
For those foolish enough
To give in to their stuff
And send money to their door.

I’ve mentioned, too, how I won’t fall
For their shtick, should they ever call,
And how one would think
They’d learn their act stinks,
So why should we bother at all

Pestering folks like they still do?
Give it up, Minooka! You’re through.
We’re not falling for your crap,
So shut your trap,
For we’re all now on to you.

We all know ‘bout the games you play
And the price that people pay
One way or another,
And they’ll have not, brother,
So stop this nonsense right away.

You’re not getting another dime
From any wallet, including mine,
For we all now know
What you do with the dough
You might rake in at any given time:

You pocket the lion’s share
And leave but a handful to spare
For X and Y charities,
Making profit as you please
For your “services” without care.

You don’t give a damn at all
‘Bout the needy or how they’ll fall
Without cash for their needs,
Which you prove through your deeds,
And it’s driving me up a wall.

To my call blocker I add one more
Number, for I can take no more,
So take the hint and see
That you must let me be,
Lest you want the feds at your door

To take you to prison at last,
Which would fit your criminal past.
Maybe that’ll be the way
You learn to rue the day
You first sought people to harass.

Good riddance for good, then, Minooka!
We’ve for far too long knew ya,
But when you meet your end
At long last, friend,
You’ll hear but two last words from me” Screw ya!

Then, when you’ve disappeared,
We’ll all grin from ear to ear
‘Til the next sack of scum
Just like you comes
And repeats that which we’ve come to fear.

*****

 

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Poem of the Week: Sometimes You’re Better Off Not Looking Back

Sometimes You’re Better Off Not Looking Back
October 7, 2017

Sometimes you’re better off not looking back.
The past has passed, and it should stay that way.
Looking back isn’t worth the heart attack.

Something I once loved is now out of whack
Compared to how it was back in the day.
Sometimes you’re better off not looking back.

In fact, it’s long been that way, even back
When I chanced to revisit it one day.
Looking back isn’t worth the heart attack.

The passion’s gone, for folks have naught but flack
For that which they still watch to this damn day.
Sometimes you’re better off not looking back.

Watching just to hate? That just sounds wrong, jack.
Lest you’ve hope, why give them the time of day?
Looking back isn’t worth the heart attack.

All that said, guess what: I’m moving on, mack,
Lest what I’d loved improves in a big way.
Sometimes you’re better off not looking back.
Looking back isn’t worth the heart attack.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Know-it-Alls

Know-it-Alls
September 15, 2017

Experts in their own minds in one thing or another,
Eyes cast down, their noses in the air,
Criticizing all us “philistines” in this and that way, brother,
All with a sense of self-important flair.

Their needle-nosed arrogance so deeply gets under our skin
That it creeps and crawls across our musculature
Until we feel the need to somehow punish them for their sins,
Even if doing so makes us look immature.

After all, what do these jerks know in the grand scheme of things?
On what grounds do they have the right to act
Like everyone should kiss their feet and worship the words they sing?
To Hell with these egomaniacal brats!

They only know so much about topics X, Y, and Z
With the Internet being their chief info source.
Sometimes, they even cling on to each other desperately
‘Cause only one can stand another, of course,

And when one sits on another’s lap, you can truly tell
Just how insecure and dumb the bugger is
And how superior he or she needs to feel at all well
While helping the other feel like an utter whiz.

It’s a lot like bullying in a sense with one hiding behind another,
And when it’s done on the ‘Net, it’s even worse,
For hiding behind a screen only proves one’s cowardice, brother,
And hiding ‘hind others as well further proves one’s curse

Of forever having no backbone on top of being a flake—
Neither of which anyone of sense aims to be,
Especially in a day and age when folks tend to hate what’s fake
And the inauthentic is plain to hear and see.

Take the hint, then, know-it-alls of the world. We’re on to you,
And we’re not going to take your crap anymore.
Go suck your airs of superiority back up your chutes of poo
And take your condescension with you back out the door.

Either gain some ground on which to base the knowledge you claim to own
Or shut your mouths and go away for good.
We’re done with your egos and how they’ve cut our spirits to the bone
And no longer want you in our neighborhood.

*****

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Poem of the Week: No Room for Bigotry

No Room for Bigotry
August 17, 2017

No room for bigotry.
No room for hatred—
Hatred from ages ago,
Hatred towards strangers,
Strangers of a different color,
Strangers of a different mold,
Mold of experience,
Mold of life,
Life that you’ve never known,
Life that you don’t understand.
Understand for others’ sake.
Understand for your own sake—
Sake of growing,
Sake of becoming,
Becoming a stronger person,
Becoming what this world needs—
Needs during these troubled times,
Needs in the midst of this turmoil,
Turmoil that hasn’t died,
Turmoil that’s lasted for decades—
Decades, if not centuries,
Decades since some maniac spoke,
Spoke against those whom he disliked,
Spoke about mythology,
Mythology of a “superior” race,
Mythology meant for desperate ears—
Ears yearning for post-war relief,
Ears yearning for post-war hope,
Hope for a revitalized nation,
Hope at the expense of others—
Others who didn’t fit a given image,
Others who were “weird,”
Weird in strangers’ eyes,
Weird according to one man’s vision—
Vision that still lingers,
Vision that still carries on,
On in hateful hearts,
On in warped minds,
Minds warped by stereotyping,
Minds warped with fear,
Fear that they on turn spread,
Fear we must all overcome.
Overcome in the name of enlightenment.
Overcome in the name of peace—
Peace that we all desire,
Peace we’ve long needed,
Needed in the face of all this hostility,
Needed in the wake of so many kills.
Hostility…
Kills.

*****

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