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The Generations Tango
A Daily Life Comedy
My alarm clock screams, a digital fight,
My phone is glowing with way too much light.
My socks don’t match, my hair is a mess,
My life is a pop quiz I didn’t prep for, I guess.
The Problem: A pop quiz on a Monday, ugh!
My brain feels like cold, leftover mush.
My backpack’s a black hole, my homework’s a mess,
I need a solution, or I’ll just say “yes” to less.
My Reaction: I send a frantic text to my squad.
My brain just melted into a puddle. Oh my god.
I let out a dramatic, world-ending sigh.
What’s the point? I’ll probably just cry.
Meanwhile, the senior citizen says:
“Back in my day, we had chalk and a slate!
No fancy phones to calculate your fate!
You kids are too soft with your digital stress.
Try walking to school uphill, in a blizzard, I confess!”
The Problem: My bestie just posted a pic with a crowd.
And suddenly, my own face feels way too loud.
My follower count is moving so slowly.
While their life looks like a perfect, filtered show.
