Reset (year 0)

when i wear my
leather bikers jacket out

they say

"why dont you act your age?"

"Act out rage?" i say,
in a faux mishear

"righty oh skip!" i retort
looming for effect

Then when they see Picasso or
Jackson Pollock they scream -
"you can't tell what it is"
Whats that supposed to be?"

"It's shit"

i know these things because
every now & then
i go out foraging
for a scrap of hope
in over packaged
apocalypse hype

no wonder i need a drink

it's 2021
and this could have
been written
in 1950