we’re all going to grow old
our knees will creak
our backs will ache
we’ll curse the youth and their newfangledness
their disrespect for our traditions
of disrespecting our elders
we’ll be cold
and the government will pay
for our heating and our food
and all of our teeth will fall out
so here’s a plan!
let’s become cyborgs
and replace our bones with superstrength alloy
reinforce our spines with cybertronic things
make our ears hear even the slightest of sounds
take out our muscles, and put in Apple’s versions
it’ll be expensive
but we won’t be in nursing homes,
if (when) it turns out we’re still
crotchety old souls with regrets and a grudge
even then, we’ll be free!
we’ll be fast and strong
and super like superman
then we’ll see
what those youths will do.
we’ll show them what’s what.
two datapoints do not a trend make.