the years
like a hanging icicle
falls from the roof’s eve
to stab you into tomorrow
and tomorrow never stands still
but becomes the today’s
of all of your tomorrows

as the years quickly age us
we begin to believe
we have become wise
merely because we have outlived
our graduating class
the younger generation
don’t know how to pour piss out of a boot
our attitude
ah, the lies we tell ourselves
are progressively worse
the older we get

my generation heralded rock ‘n roll to the world
an accomplishment
maybe
our parents thought it dangerous
to scream and rant
to the devil’s music
as I listen to the teen idols of today
I am appalled
appalled, I’m saying
until I stop
shake my head and grin
remembering Black Sabbath
screaming at high volume
in my sixties’ style pad in the seventies
Ozzy went on to become a caricature of what he used to be

Alice Cooper had a place full
of nightmares

so here I am
trying to be above it all
trying to dig the new crop of shock bands
trying to not be grandfatherly
but hip, don’t cha know, dude, dudette
ain’t working
my trash
in my time
was better’n today’s trash in their time

psst! remember me saying up there somewhere
about the lies we tell ourselves
are progressively worse
the older we get

I think I’ve proven my point

©December 30, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton