Saturday, January 1, 2000

Millenium Musing

A sort of vampirism
Adults circling in on
Teenagers with secrets
Passed in whispers
And lingo they couldn't understand

A scary discomfort arose
And I think that all present
Felt the vibration of

How they crowded those youths
Who stood in the corner together
And asked them questions of
What they're doing
And basically:

What's it like to be young?


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