A poet laureate for an adolescent generation
a spokesman for teenage insecurity,
take heed of the genius before you,
take time to laugh, stifle the cry
It's been a long journey, but you wear it well,
from Friday night to Saturday morning,
you're growing old with dignity & bite
Like a cool uncle in the latest threads
Ok, you are still as mad as a box of whelks,
and talk too much without listening
but you are honest, true & real
and for that we are eternally grateful.
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