UpriverA Poem by BrentA poem about the millennial generation... from a millennial.Gray hairs on young heads. No heads on their beds, but meds in their heads. With heads in their books, laptops, and phones, their bodies are made up of caffeine and bones. An army of zombies, an army of clones, They play with their toys and their toys play with drones. I don't mean to drone, the message I'll deliver. The ones who work for nothing forever swim upriver. © 2017 BrentAuthor's Note
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