P.
O. Box 856
1286
County Road 400
Kirbyville,
Texas 75956
Mhall46184@aol.com
Paleo-Yuppies
Fading
slowly from the existential struggle,
Waving
their MePhones about in protest,
They
swarm to Starbuck’s for adjective coffees,
Uniformed
in knee-pants and bulbous sneaks
And
Chinese soccer tops with little checkmarks,
Their
graduate degrees at parade rest,
And
in confusion, suddenly-stalled careers
Raging
against the thirty-something machine.
Not
trusting anyone under forty,
They
rustle their foam cups and resumes’
Instead
of suspicious Democrats,
And
demand promotions and Perrier.
They
mourn pinstripes and leather briefcases,
And
the old floppy disc of yesteryear,
And
fumble their PowerPoint Presentations
Tho’
once they illuminated the world
With
colored markers on glossy whiteboard.
They
no longer play games on a Commodore
Or
rock to neo-Carib fusion jazz;
Their
Rush is Right baseball caps are now filed
In
trays of antique curiosities
Beside
the moldering hippie stuff shelved
In
an adjunct of the Smithsonian
Where
curricula vitae go to be eaten
By
a computer virus named Vlad.
Now,
as the sun sets on Ferris Bueller’s day
They
count and verify their MeBook friends -
They
did not change the world, not at all, but
The
world changed anyway, and without them,
And
in the end they love neither Jesus
Nor
The Force; like Eve, they bow to an Apple.
