Our generation



The hands do smack

Over keyboards of our Macs

Tweeting our bros back.


Shorts up ya butt.

Praised is the slut.

The preppies want the purebreds,

And the hipsters want the mutts.


Electronic race.

Gun fights out in space.

The end of man by robot

Is already taking place.


I’ma tweet that.


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