An alleged poem for those of a certain generation …
You need your gadgets boy,
and how cool they are:
rocket propeller shoes
But you will never fit in.
Everything underwater will always be blurry before your eyes
obscuring the truth
that the mermaid is never taking you home to meet her parents.
You are a fish out of water, boy
Always just one stick of gum away from death.
That’s no way to live.