A Poem

I haven't titled it.

"Pipedreams mean nothing to me
the dreams of my generation are dreams
of alcohol in hurried sips
(quick before dinner's ready)
Internet pornography and a fear
that your cum shots will
show up among your mother's recipes
Dirty books once considered art, now
pedophilia and incest
erotica, cheap
Tires exposing driving that, in the old-fashioned 1950s,
James Dean and his mother would scoff at
Now James Dean is a name to drop
and his father hasn't changed
Your generation saw John Lennon shot
Ours saw rappers sent to jail
and we grieved
Your generation fought against the war in Vietnam
Our generation doesn't care
Your generation had passion
So does ours
But ours is hidden by dreams
that, for you, were real
Your generation passed by the open windows
My generation doesn't even notice them.
My parents:
I love you and your generation"