You kids quit yer goddam babooning

What? Yer so special
with yer gold dust jobs
and blue sky aftershave slicked back hair

You don't know the meaning

When I was yer age
we all lived on Mars

And everyone had the same name
Matthew for the boys
Anenome for the girls
And it was so cold the silk would stick to the worms

You kids don't know from cold

With yer volcano sports cars
and yer lemon verbena

Why I'd teach you bastards a things or two

If I didn't have something

Something pressing
down on me right here
above my left cantaloupe

Christ, it pisses me off

JD Frey--October 6, 1997