Song for a New Generation

I’m being anointed, at age thirty,
to speak for us, my generation.
What is it that you would like to hear?
Shall I tell you that we are unique?
We are innovators with fresh ideas?
That we made pornography at age 20?
Had an abortion at 22?
That we are smarter than our parents
and technology will save the world?
Racism is dying?
All our artists work in advertising?
We will network our way to greater intelligence?
Or YouTube our way to greater ignorance?
Cursive writing is dead?
Anonymousness satisfies our listlessness?
We are all winners in 42nd place?
We excel in passivity
and counteract with extreme sports?


The wind still blows.
Babies still cry in the night.