from DOOMER
Millennial Hell
I am not a millennial.
I was ejected during the
time of Generation Why.
I was forcibly born into
two years of Ronald Reagan
acting as the leader
of the unfree world.
My face doesn’t exist
on Facebook with inane
updates, and can only be
seen in the obituaries.
In school we used Macintosh’s
with black screens and green
letters, typing in commands
I could never comprehend.
My first words were typed
on a typewriter while sniffing
white-out after each sentence.
My computer is used
as my instrument, tapping the
orchestral keys to a beat
with no melody, with my fingers
composing beautiful music
left for the deaf.