I sit at the table, trepidation
And fear builds up, as I prepare
Myself for the vicious, vile venom
to spew from the maws of the
people for who I care.
“Oh! What a surprise!” uttered as
The first attack. A simple blow,
not too hard just yet. But fast,
comes the onslaught. Each one,
each misinformed member has a go.
Comment after comment after
Comment, thrown so casually.
As good-natured laughter
leaves my mouth, pretending I’m not a
Comment after comment after comment.
Each more irritating, more
Infuriating, more deceptively flamboyant
than the last. It feels like a
Competition and they are keeping
My first instinct is to escape!
“Again with the phone. This
generation is so addicted
Lately! How unfortunate. Tisk tisk”
There goes my patience.
I shall be many things,
But not condescended.
I prepare my attack, knowing
full well the consequences,
“As I recall, you were uninformed because
Of your lack of knowledge, with drugs and propaganda flowing,
As well as having a strange addiction to building fences”
Before a counterattack occurs, I retreat
Excusing myself, I leave with a smirk
saying I need a nap.
Behind me, I hear a strong rebuttal indeed,
“Sorry dear, it’s the generation gap”