It's hard to know where to start...
Was it when we smiled at our farts
Our world seemed less offended
By just everyday laughs
Suddenly, we become so precious
When a joke was a joke
And good humour was priceless
On what day did we become so picky
Revising the words in our head
Not to say something deemed tricky
From the nineties nobody could even see
This future we accidentally mapped out
That upsets the whole of Gen Z
Preferable when we,
just went out and rode our luck
Back when we,
didn't give a ....

JJB