Early Onset Grump

Early Onset Grump

I’m not yet fifty, not yet forty-five,
but I grumble – a lot,
see youngsters transfixed by cheap rubbish,
well, expensive rubbish,
actually.

They stare at glowing screens, oblivious,
just useless lumps of flesh
that shuffle, heads down, mumble some language,
unintelligible.
I ask you!

They have the attention spans of goldfish,
random thoughts, strange fashions,
an inflated sense of entitlement;
they’re always wanting more,
for nothing.

Yes, I suffer from Early Onset Grump, but
they’re rude, and worse than that
their young bodies don’t creak and groan like mine,
they smile and laugh a lot –
the bastards!