In my rocking chair, I sit.
The youth is something I just don’t get.
Why would you want to be like that?
Oh, it’s time for today’s first nap.

Long hair all down your face.
Makes you look so out of place.
Spiking it and dying it blue.
Must just be a phase you are going through.

These kids never have done a day’s hard work.
Their lives are filled with perk after perk.
Just work, school, friends, pressure, social acceptance.
And the asking for help is such a nuisance!

There’s that girl with the two lip rings.
Ruins her pretty face with those things.
She could be such a good trophy wife someday.
Why would she want to be an individual anyway?

I just got back from mass this morning.
Where some ******* at an alter told me what I should be thinking.
Too bad our children never sit in the pews.
Then they might act just like all of us do!

Why do you keep getting tattoos all over yourself?
Why can’t you just be like everyone else?
Time to take my meds that the new generation made.
Boy, if they knew what it was like back in my day….

And I won’t even try what those kids call music.
I mean, if it’s not from the ‘50s then it’s not even worth it!
It makes my ears bleed, it has no quality.
Don’t care about the message, it is far too noisy!

And the black clothes that they think are so cool.
Why not wear some orange, red, white, or blue?
And for some reason you think chains are OK to wear?
People will talk about that, don’t you even care?

This generation I just don’t understand.
Living their lives by their own hand.
Standing out from the crowd, and doing wonderful things.
What good can that possibly bring?