Millennial Courage

Millennial courage

Spirit vigour and vim

I got from being told

I’m too fat and too thin

I’m too that and too this

and we can’t get on the ladder

and we can’t get off the ladder

what if we don’t want the fucking ladder?

Two millenials at the pub on a Friday night

One says there’s no point

The other says we’ve got to fight

One has coke and no vodka in his glass

The other is shouting about the working class

They leave early, agitated alone

One of them has had to go home

To ride out the symptoms of

Newly prescribed anti-depressants

Muttering it is against their values

A capitalist suppressant

The other has gone to his AA meeting

Another brave world to dip his feet in

A solution to every problem

That we made for ourselves

When we found ourselves

In some sort of adult hell

A Dante-esque seven rings of shit

Tinder quick fix dick pics

And we wait for recognition; promotions

Whilst self medicating and love potions

Beer goggles and drunken dates

Continually accidentally shagging your mates

And constantly bumping into

Ghosts from your past

Online – holograms on screen

Can’t remember what they sound like

Or what they truly are

beneath this meagre deflection

Of self reflection online self offering

Obfuscated in millennial moral decrepitude

In the guise of the socially conscious

Snarling platitudes

And you pass each other

As ships in the night

Staring into the glaring snare

Of the tunnel of light

Beaming from your phone

Forever connected

And forever alone.