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stepping through the door in her head
i was aghast at my discovery which led
to the rickety staircase & broken glasses
of an overpriced collection of subcultured accessories masquerading as a person
all trinkets present and correct from the fuzzy dice to the lucky rabbits feet
locked away in her room serving tea to her posters
whilst her ex mod parents laugh at the eyeshadow under my sunglasses
and reminisce on how they used to beat my ex-rocker parents up
and push them off the pier
it seems every generations is a repeat of the last
only more extreme and even younger
and in our mid twenties as we find ourselves suddenly now
we are already beginning to become outdated
we are already beginning to become phased out
so kids - make even more mistakes than we did
do too much of what we've done but younger
and ultimately have more fun than we ever could have dreamed of having
- yes, we are jealous.
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