Generational

Why don’t you just spray on the tear gas
do not let me pass go
don’t tell me the things that I need to know

I am the throwaway in this throwaway society
and why me?
why?
because I’m old and a drain on resources?
a reminder that old horses should be shot?
but you ain’t got the necessary to
euthanise me,
you’d really like me to move far away.

But when we go it’s you who’ll be crying
on the streets you’ll be weeping
on the streets where the sleeping
will spray on the tear gas
and
not let you pass go.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.