By
MEG ELISON


I am the very model of a modern-age millennial,
I’ve got no cash, no house, no kids, and student debt perennial,
I know the rules of Tinder, and I’m not sold on monogamy
(For what it’s worth I think that stems from troubles ‘tween my mom and me)
I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters on the gender front
Myself, I am nonbinary; your labels I so do not want
Been disillusioned by my expectations with a lot o’ stuff,
The skills with which I am equipped for life are frankly not enough

My job prospects are hobbled by insistence on a living wage
Compete at entry level with some washed-up folks at twice my age
In matters of identity, employment and such petty ills
I am the very model of a modern-age millennial
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On Monday I killed Applebee’s, on Tuesday I axed country clubs
I’ve never bought a diamond and I have no use for cashmere gloves
I quote dank internet memes in lieu of sharing actual thoughts
For earnestness has been passé since sometime in the early aughts
Still advertisers flail and fail to capture all my buying power
(The sum of which amounts to renting GIG cars by the paltry hour)
I’m subject to the bleak nostalgia of Generation Xers
And YouTube sensibilities adored by web-savvy youngsters
So I get to the take the blame for our country’s tanked economy
While fighting for my basic rights and ****** autonomy
In short I’m ****** in matters from the vital to the trivial
I am the very model of a modern-age millennial

In fact, when I know what is meant by "social justice warrior”
When I can tell at sight a fascist MRA conspirator
When such affairs are treated as unsolvable new mysteries,
I shake my head and wonder if the Boomers studied history
When I have learnt what progress has been made and then just flushed away
My generation’s best bet looks like playing Fortnite drunk all day
In short, if you’re angry right now and spewing aged white vitriol
Remember you created me: the modern age millennial

For I’m the generation raised upon the game Monopoly
You’re hoarding all the wealth and jobs and mock me for my poverty
So now I’m skewing socialist with discourse quite ungenial
Please check your local ballots for the modern-age millennial

Lifes too short to be diagnosed with cancer or any illness for all i care!

Poor woman end up having one breast because of the cold 'breast cancer'
Some end up being brain damaged because
They couldnt fight the 'brain cancer'
young woman lose their ability to give birth because the 'womb cancer' had their wombs removed!

20 years ago i had a mother,now im
left to reintroduse myself to a stranger,
beacause the BAD 'brain cancer' ****** every memory she could ever remember out of her brain.She tried to fight it but it was stronger than doctor Elison's medical degree...

Prayers became more and more pointless...Youd swear it had the eyes and ears to hear our cries and see our pain because it just kept ******* the life out of her!

from being a strong woman,to being a lifeless and weak victim of cancer...I hate you cancer For you have left me feeling sorry for myself And "soon to be motherless!"

I bow down to You!
you are indeed greater than the elephant's strength.
You are a true dEfinition of a slow painful death,a murderer.
Like a poison you dont leave one with much of choices!

it's not a coincidence that our names both start with the best letter of the alphabet
after all i
always loved apples
(it's midnight but i haven't eaten since lunch because i was too busy gorging myself on poison jealous ivy to notice my stomach was turning itself inside out again)
you
always had a certain audacity
i look for sparks in people, and you had one
you deserved to wear the letter A as your lipstick
and when life kicked me in the *** you said gee don't these bruises ****
you showed me yours
we agreed that at least if it kicks us in the ***** we won't hurt
which made me laugh
you make me laugh
as many times as i breathe i think,
i wish i could have an E
but eudrey wouldn't make sense and neither would elison so can we freaking wear our A's like we we were meant to
i love ya kiddo
the scissors are pink like what my favorite color used to be
but now they're on the floor chillin like the villains they are because basic insert the face
i don't need them now
however shaky my self-love is
i'm doing this for you

and how long did the Jungian discovery of the collective unconscious last, until there appeared the actual physicality of the the idea: how soon was Jung wiped out with a collective consciousness of the internet: sorry, dear, gate-keeper... whoever wants to remain illiterate will have a choice: the 5th? fruit: the fruit of literacy... something else dandling off that old tree of Y and the serpent's tongue... legacy: torn off skin turned into leather... because the gate-keepers of the intellectual prowess would have: but the dictates of evolution: are beyond the constructs of parliament... evolution says you need to see this: you need to see this: i waited and i turned into patience and patience didn't become a virtue but a predator... that's the *** of looks and all those glitter eyes when i *******: you can actually broadcast me having *** with you: hello world: edie: catharsis allure: sorry: Edie isn't here..

all i hear are the words: this is not
even funny anymore:
this is ******* scary...

well yeah:
my discovery of the collective
consciousness
is worse than man
trying to make an antithesis of
the internet through AI!

do you, *******, understand, me?!

an IDEA became a Sisyphus
and Atlas!

id to ego says:
but, id can overcome the body
and spirit...
it will lay you in bed
and the idea is so good you'll
want to die...

collective consciousness:
internet...algorithm...
AI:
i asked...
now i don't wander:
i don't even wonder:
there was always that
capacity of man of genuise
Dzin:
Jinn...
     the other spirits:
the neutrals not the angels
not the demons
just artists...
don't you think the Hapsburg jaw
is following me?
in a pub...
Stratford...
the Hapsburg... nobility....
you think? you had a closer look...
Hapsburg royalty...
Austrian: scouts...
Kauai or the war over Ukraine...
as a Pole am i entitled to the Constantinople
of the North i.e. Lviv...
she was lovely though:
princess:
i'm meditating on drunk and high
and hunger:
from the origins of self
to no self
to then: unto you, dearest mmm coo...

with the Slavs i will make new commands...
i will be the air and the worms
in your skin...

*** up mouth in...
believe me when i tell Matthew of myself
believe me when i tell Matthew of YHWH
believe me when i tell Matthew:
believe me when i tell Matthew:
believe me when i tell Matthew... hoo hoo hoo...
awoo! god jeez let me believe...
Matthew are you talking to me?
yes Edie: yes: Ehyeh yes Elison:
yes... that other name...
Elihu:
Elias... Elisfaratu...
         Adonai... Elihem! Alihem! Elihem!

i talk to god: but it's not jesus...
it's not La la La nd Allah...
let me show you...

ahem...

       YHWH...
A                                             E

    **** me... now i am drunk:
baby dear: pluck me a cherry...
ye: hova:
he: who hides them: them in feminine plural
since the masculine plural would
imply the German individual
via ich....                          ye: they (f)
ich: they (m)...
                             savvy?
good to go pirate ship and all?
good...

                         YĄ...

              YĘ

PĘKA... daj dobie: borze: bogo:
    
    YĘ not            JE... te: one! o to mojo raj!
dz no j y
to mojo raj! serb south slav emancipation
from Greek and Roman and Turk
influence:
don't forget:
pan-slavism:
there's the dictate to consider the southern
Slavs... when... waging war in Ukraine...

i don't need bad grammar from
the Germanic tongues...
shaman says: rule the nord...