The thought that things were better in the past
Is not a thought that should be ‘lowed to last,
For they were fools who rendered “have” as “hast”
No less than later speakers who say “lol”
Or speak of how they’ve just pwned noobs, and all
The other things that elders stupid call.
Those elders were abjured by theirs, in turn,
And it may be that memories thereof still burn
Within them, drive them to their pride re-earn
By throwing shade as they had shaded been.
But doing deeds done badly yet again
Does not towards better ways to move begin;
Instead, so doing keeps folks in their place,
Stutifying, fest’ring in small space.
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