Gangs of millennials
Roaming through my lawn
Trampling my perennials
What the hell is going on?
Should I get the shotgun?
Should I call the cops?
Should I batten down my windows
’til the infestation stops?
They spent years getting fat
Now they’re getting unfat
First kiss from the sunlight
Now how about that?
And long into the night
See their faces from the glow
They don’t want to eat or sleep
All they want to do is Go
Eyes on a tiny screen
Balls flying through the air
Walking into manholes
But they don’t seem to care
Driving through the front door
Of the local shopping mall
No time to give a statement
’cause you gotta catch ’em all
They’re renting dogs they can walk
So that people don’t talk
Pointing fingers as they
Shamble down the sidewalk
Where they’re going, where they come from
No one really knows
But they’re never going home
All they want to do is Go
They’re getting owned in the park
By an eight-year old girl
Her parents run the gym
But they don’t know how to curl
The old folks will never understand it
But they know the batteries won’t last forever
So for now we gotta Go
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