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New Generation

All week they rush to Friday, 
take the train 
while talking on their cell phones,
still complain
the weekend comes too slowly.

They have opinions,
so whatever’s said by others
must be untrue; 
perceive themselves as victims.

So, if not drugged out,
go home to be cared for by Mama,
the one adult.

Politics and SocietySuzi PeelMarch 26, 2015
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