Disregard the old Stoics
Stuck in their familiar loops
Feeling belonging for young dupes
Fetch my gin, and tonic
We were insensitive
Stuck in our throat
Drinks olive to choke
We weren't so pensive
Slagging wise Dorics
swallowing our petty hops
alcohol soaked cloaks
We were never perceptive
We were always layabouts
Buzz stuck till we've croaked
Bantered with jokes
We were down'n'outs
Our lives protozoic
Two carbons, chained in degrees
A beer short of being,
Regular paleozoic
Moderate (snerk) for references to alcoholic consumption. The poem as I had crafted it is the young and dumb of today just become the old and still dumb tomorrow; nothing really change, time doesn't solve immaturity alone et al. Given tomorrow I'm becoming less and less of my early twenties I'm at a half-way point of meeting different people to socialize. The attitude is the same chronotic self-righteousness because the others are old-farts or young-braggarts.
My Sympathies aren't with any generation in particular, as Cheese and Wine parties cater to their own mixed brand of pretentious prats that I'll gladly be tarred and feathered with. (In whatever name of which charity we're doing the snob art drive for to excuse this as performance with a good cause.)
Uhhhh I am so glad Lenny evolved though Seth into Powersync
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Lone Companion
I hate this kind of mindset, takes me right back to the days of nihilistic young philosophy undergraduate sitting up all night in a coffee shop full of asshole, lost souls, and angst