my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Poetry at it's Greatest.
You have to watch it from beginning to end. Watch it all the way. Okay?
So, to all those old farts that think we're just anorexic (or obese) little kids who sit around all day eating chips and watching TV, you're so. Fucking. Wrong.
Great poem and wonderful message.
ReplyDeleteYou are not part of a lost generation.
Granted some things like the environmental destruction may be difficult to change.
And the work-family balance ...