i did not write this.

i wanted to write this for a long time, but i never knew how.

now, i don't have to.

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"poster child"
by: steve, from the monday night open mic at stuart's*

i am YOU
5, 10, 50 years ago
3 years from now, THIS MINUTE.
like Lucifer,
we are legion,
many and bringing our light
like you think you will
or thought you did.

my generation has no name.
neither did yours, until you grew
old or bored or tired or soft
or dead.
like you, i am fighting wars
but not against communism or for equal rights
against abortion or on drugs.
those concepts were cartoons before i was
born, and me and mine don't care for the news.
we are angry, beautiful, and incoherent in our rage.
disorganized and disinterested in ourselves
and our cause, whatever that is.
quiet as often as loud
we are half-formed and lonely.
clinging to our computers, our needles,
lip-rings, desk jobs, booze and guitars and
significant others.
we are insidious and stealthy, barely visible in OUR world
let alone in yours.
we walk, run, and crawl along
bleeding and loving with
everything.
we strive toward ideas
and shun your ideals
just as we take your paycheck,
or eviction notice, or handout.
we have empty pens that completely
invalidate an otherwise
serious poem. Mother fucking piece of shit Bic!
We are legion.
We are screaming.
We will NEVER
MAKE
A DIFFERENCE.

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i said, "i must have a copy of that poem. you don't understand what it means to me." he gave me the original.