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Like so many Lemmings they rush to southern climes for greener pastures year round golf a Slower pace Cheaper prices and Tropical temperatures Leathery Tanned Unnaturally taut and Sun-spotted they crowd the local haunts and Clog the highways. At best they tolerate whoever is not Pensioned or Privileged At worst they ban the Underage Unfortunates from their gated communities and social gatherings The pendulum has swung from a time when the Old were at the Mercy of the Young to the present when Youth is Oppressed by Senescence Once democracy’s backbone they now wax Conservative having obtained their Slice of the pie Now there is no pie Mother Earth has been trampled to death and the Toiling hands of those who Stoke the fires of industry are Blistered and discouraged
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
The Culture of Old
Like so many Lemmings they rush to southern climes for greener pastures year round golf a Slower pace Cheaper prices and Tropical temperatures Leathery Tanned Unnaturally taut and Sun-spotted they crowd the local haunts and Clog the highways. At best they tolerate whoever is not Pensioned or Privileged At worst they ban the Underage Unfortunates from their gated communities and social gatherings The pendulum has swung from a time when the Old were at the Mercy of the Young to the present when Youth is Oppressed by Senescence Once democracy’s backbone they now wax Conservative having obtained their Slice of the pie Now there is no pie Mother Earth has been trampled to death and the Toiling hands of those who Stoke the fires of industry are Blistered and discouraged
You don't have to be old in years to belong to this culture; and even if you are old in years, you don't have to adopt this lifestyle.
deborah-downes
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66/F/Gainesville FL
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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