What's more perhaps frightening is to begin to waken to the subtler fact I've embraced and cherish this "new era" which 2000 supposedly ushered in, is it?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXVII)
"That was a diffrent--" yes, what, in betrayl? The sevnties had their time. The eighties' sense I quite abhor, though raised in them. Pretense Waltzed naked through the nineties. What, oh they'll Call since "the noughts" was that new era's frail Excuse for "now," which is so diffrent hence Let's say I knew it by sheer instinct, whence Forsooth, what zactly when ye want detail? O, tis "pastoral" now to watch what'd stir Folk in the sevnties. I was too young to Know aught but early childhood's joys in tour. And wherefore I deplore, ya HATE the crew Of years known as "the eighties" I as twere Don't know. Yet, what's THIS time we now live through?
So, the previous sonnet and this are something like a pair of fraternal twins. Hence, you've the link for the 1979 version of the song in that one, and the 2016 version here. Enjoy?