![]() Spoiled Baby Boomers By Charles Amarack The souls of our children hunch ripple-ribbed like stray cats lapping the regurgitation of our success. Like the lone super-drunk crying out against the dark bar for one last drink after last call we reach for the loans that fill our wallets. Enormous hinges creak from the weight while the cathedral fills our ears with the prayed out remnants of our greedy dreams. Swing the doors out wide to greet earth begging in the streets of our illusions. Go back to your campfires. ©problembearpress |
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