Are You a Victim of ‘Boomer Bashing’?

Don’t get mad. Stay calm and write some poetry...

Don’t get crispy, stans. Stay calm and cancel ‘em with poetry.

Some random Boomer contemplating their imminent cancellation. © J. Reid

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me. Me. ME!

Me. Me. Me, I said,
a flashing red light above My pretty lit head.
Tweeting, 'Wow, how do I have so many followers?' Oh, silly Me,
it's because I don't simper constantly,
posing My virtual pout at all those following Me.
So what does make them come flocking to just Me, Me, Me?
It's My superior intellect, not My simmering bi-sex banality,
not perfectly formed, slayin' it bios implying
I'm free to screw (almost) every dude(ss) thirsty.
Nah, it's just I, Myself and Me.
Oh, yeah, baby.

But if you salty disagree with My vivacious, sick repartee,
then I'm going block you - no, not you, My stans, you've agreed.
You, the no-bro who dared to defend his sad PoV.
Fuck you. I tweet appropriately. I'm dope, pure woke.
How dare you, with your dead views from last century.
Yeet! Block snatched boomers mansplaining constantly.
Cancel their shady life history, make safe spaces
where I'll always be right, safe from opinions that disagree.
A perfect place for you simps to all like and love Me.
Just Me. Oh yes, Me.
Period-T.