Millennial CentennialA Poem by VelvetPotatoTalkin' 'bout my generation.
Why'd you move to that Smokey state,
with the streets littered in weed, isn't it time you settle, make a family, and give up your self-centered needs? you're just a millennial, from centennial, and lazy - unaware that trees, are not the most important thing, in life, grow up, vote practical - for the economy! well you see, sir, while you're brainwashed by FOX, and that tactful gent, O'Reilly, I'm with the mountain and leaves, getting high, not on weed, but 300 days of clear, sunny, and sixty degrees! with no humidity! And yes, now that you mention, I'm enjoying the booming and blossoming economy, fueled by - wait for it - the pesky trees! And if self-centered is taking your time, saving and establishing. 'til I'm fulfilled - in extremity. then I will laugh, as you fume and blast, and call me a little piggy. © 2019 VelvetPotatoFeatured Review
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