They’re fat, unhappy, past their prime.
They’ve squandered carelessly their time.
Respect they crave yet haven’t earned,
And try to teach things never learned.
Young they resent for fear that we
Will notice things they’ve failed to see;
That we may have all that it takes
To not repeat their dumb mistakes.
Wise men do not bemoan their fate
And look upon us not with hate.
Those will have dignity and grace
To not spit filth then hide their face.
Young pup, have pity on the bitch
That sees your youth as painful itch.
Smile as she growls at you with hate.
She would be you, alas ‘ts too late.