THE OLD BLATHERSKITES HAVE THEIR SAY, BEWAILING THE CURRENT GENERATION Jem Look at those boyos, the swaggering fools,Lurching through life with their drugs and their drink, Getting expelled from the National Schools. Blaring their rock music, how do they think? Why would their bed mates ever suppose Their gaudy tattoos and pierced ears and nose Seem to the rest of us chic, debonaire? Why do they look like they're not really there? Dosser What will they do – become 9 to 5 boys Jem Their nubile companions grown taciturn, grim, Dosser Imagine them parents, planned or unplanned, Jem Or are we just envious, priest-ridden men,Browbeat and bullied in chapel at ten, Dosser Rushed into marriage pre-penetration,Purity mattering more than sensation. Jem Often pretentious,Dosser Seldom sincere.Jem and Dosser Why do we look like we're not really here? |