A dog to his bone
A man on his own
Sometimes it's better
To be alone than write a letter

Cobain can you hear the spheres
It's been nearly 30 years
Since you said goodbye
Leaving us all to wonder why

We had the glow of 90's youthful rebellion
Watch TV now it's remedies their selling
Insurance, vitamines, and cheap phones
To call for help when you're old and alone

The millennials are next in line
Clutching onto their youth for a little more time
Hold it as long as you can before it all slips through your hands

The company gave me a glass paper weight
With my starting date and years served
It serves as permanent reminder
Is this the life I'd really prefer

The 2020's haven't been for the faint of heart
Plagues, global warming, people hiding in their cars
I get enough to eat but is it enough to dispel defeat

A postmodern Bartleby scrivener
I see a brick wall when I look out the window
I'm a ghost when I walk down the hall heavy with the dread of it all

I try to stare up at the stars, wondering how we got so far
Generation X will join the fold, catch up to the Beatles and Rolling stones

I saw a solid wall of marble just the other day with names of company founders inscribed
I could never be one of them even if I tried