Generation gap

27/1/12
Music: American Football EP and Abbey Road. Both on vinyl. (I love having my turntable set up upstairs.)

Move on with your life, say the people in the streets
"When I was your age, I had a job
working 12 hours a day
6 days a week
You kids don't know how easy you've got it"

So I shrug and smile at their blatant exaggeration
And deny their implication
That the causation
Of my frustration
Could be simply remedied

For I cannot get a job, without a degree,
I cannot get a degree without money,
And I cannot get money without a job

So I work casual hours, slaving away,
At the insistence of the older generation
And face
Not grace
But pitied laughter

But I ignore their petty calls
That I should move out
Since they're the reason the houses
Are overpriced
And not nice

I refuse their calls to get a car
Since their restrictive laws
Mean it'll be next to useless anyway

I refuse their calls to get into politics
Since the politicians are old codgers
Catering to other old codgers

But all around me,
My companions in age
Face the same calls
And concede

And move into the same boring life as their parents
And their parents' parents
And their parents' parents' parents

Only a few will make it through
Ignore the calls
And live a real life
And I hope to god I'm one of those people.
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Woo, 3 days in a row. And I'm gonna write something else tonight, try to get out of this free-poetry phase and write a story. Very happy with myself