Time For My Generation to DIE

<p>Pssssst! Hey You Yes....<em>YOUR</em> Generation (whichever that may be). </p><p> </p><p>Are you looking for:</p><p>... Saccharin love sonnets?</p><p>... Maudlin two-line musings?</p><p>... Droning co-opted hip hop lyrics?</p><p>-You won't find that here.</p><p> </p><p>Do you desire: </p><p>... Trite overbaked sentiment?</p><p>... Foolish masturbatory banter?</p><p>... Inscrutable word salad?</p><p>-You won't find that here.</p><p> </p><p>What you WILL find here is an epitaph of sorts laced with:</p><p>... Dark humor.</p><p>... Snide observations.</p><p>... Stark realism.</p><p>... Morbid landscapes. </p><p>... Gamblers and junkies. </p><p>... Punks and thugs.</p><p> </p><p>An epitaph for <em>MY </em>forgotten generation-Generation Jones-who:</p><p>... Relishes obscure banalities.</p><p>... Prefers pencil on paper.</p><p>... Revels in audacious irony.</p><p>... Eschews the good old days. </p><p> </p><p>It's no longer time for any of these things. </p><p>It's simply: </p><p><em>... Time for my Generation to Die.</em></p>