Writer's Block: Lord, Deliver Us from the Boomers

Lord, deliver us from the Boomers

Though they toss and turn

And throw their own feces about,

Give us the strength to dodge

Said thrown feces,

Also, give us a giant broom,

A wastebasket,

And a pacifier,

To aid in the cleaning of their mess.

What a hellscape they left,

An endless land of desert and dust

Where the sun doth shine

On every corner and crevice,

Where only the rats,

Roaches,

And reptiles roam.

They had theirs, and now we will have ours,

And ours is the refuse they have left on our doorstep.

Thanks a lot, guys.

But do me this pittance,

And never bitch about Millennials again.