Chapter 1
What’s new? What’s new?
What hasn’t been done?
What hasn’t been said?
Anything new under the sun?
The year flies by without a thought
A rhythmic beat we’ve practiced not
The toil, the strain we barely notice
A song, a dance-without much focus.
We love, we date, breakup again
Married once, divorced twice
And it’s over again
Reproduce, reproduce
We do our part
No-the world is overcrowded
So birth control stifles our lovely art.
Death collects it’s tolls
We cry, then move on
“Things happen” we remark
“Their time was prime; they were getting old.”
We waste, we use, we abuse
“Renew, reuse”
Our world gives out as temperatures rise
“2050; new plans”, we sigh, we sigh
And now Generation Z is here
New news, new stars, new trends, new fears
We scream, we laugh, and wipe our tears
And now there’s the headache
Of a brand new year.
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