gen x

Jag tar ju en nybörjarklass i Creative Writing (skrivkurs) på skolan. Imorgon lämnar jag in den här dikten. Temat var att skriva om vår egen generation.

gen x


they call us the ironic generation thanks so fucking much

squeezed between the hippies and the hipsters

waiting for our time to come only to realize it’s already

 

over the cuckoo’s nest too low to get under

a black man was king before he turned white

mama se mama sa mama coo sa just beat

 

it had funk it had beat boogaloo b-boys too

seen from another world at home on the tube

fame+foot+loose+flash+dance and a dream to come

 

true blue baby i love you but wait what’s that

people sick people die even you no one knew

what was safe what was not and what we could

 

do they know it’s christmas time at all

band aid live aid farm aid every aid but aids

a big disease with a little

 

name the wall the fell six letters begin with a b

b me b free and keep on rocking like neil

young at heart not for long it is time to grow

 

up where we belong be strong be a man

and just face when you finally grow hair on your chest

it is out and it’s time for you to get waxed

 

they call us gen x don’t forget about me

don’t don’t you forget about me

you y you z one day you’ll see

 

we’re not different at all you and me

 

except perhaps for the irony­

 


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