‘Never be afraid to laugh at yourself, after all you
could be missing out on the joke of the century,’ Dame Edna Everage
If you go down to the
woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise;
you’ll catch the strains
of Fall Out Boy midst the closely-knitted pines.
They planned their route
on Google Maps, brought camembert and wine:
for that’s the way millennials
have their picnic.
Twenty-something
dilettantes
scribbling free verse
lines of anguish in their moleskin books;
don’t enjoy being young
and tortured, but we rock that look.
We exaggerate a tad,
think life’s never been
this bad.
We’re just dreamers life’s
abraded ‘til we’re cynical.
Now we’re choking on
uncertainty and laughed at from above,
they all say we’re spoilt
idealists like this world is not for us.
If you go down to the
woods today, you’ll hardly believe your eyes;
see hipsters frown at
phone screens ‘til they’ve got that filter right.
Why immerse yourself in
nature if it doesn’t get you ‘likes’?
For that’s the way
millennials have their picnic.
Echo chamber politics;
Corbyn is our new Messiah
and we’ll follow him;
blocking Tory scum on
Facebook and we’re loving it.
Yet I have this subtle
hope
(it’s naïve, by God I
know):
one day we’ll be in the
driver’s seat and change it all.
Perhaps we’ll cling on to
our passions and we’ll shout until things change,
screw the tone police and
thought pieces that say we’re all insane.
So although we’re quite
pretentious and in love with silly fads,
and we’re guilty of
self-righteousness and glamourize being sad,
we can all be daft
together; in
shared folly find a home:
if you go down to the
woods today, you’d better not
go alone.
Photograph: Ms Hazza Haugvik |