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My generation

Oh us poor baby boomers
All we seem to do is complain
We’ve had it the easiest of all
Other generations wish they had it the same
We’ve taken everything there is
Abused it til it became a law
Others nit picked everthing to death
Now nothing can have even one flaw!
Way back In high school
were some of the best days
Teachers used to party with us
No one went to jail if we were to get laid.
One year we got a Christmas tree
We traded for a lid of pot
It was a total of 4 fingers
Back then is what one got.
Then another time at the Renaissance Faire
I had no money once I got in
But I had a big bag of shrooms
Got a thumbs up it was a win win.
If you needed to go somewhere
And you couldn’t find a ride in a car
All you had to do is stick out your thumb
someone would pull over and ask you how far?
One time I was hitchhiking
Didn’t know where I was heading to
This guy pulled over said I’m going to the snow
You can go and do what I do.
So I jumped in the truck with his dog
As we headed up the mountain road
Found a place we could play in the snow
Time to go, it’s now getting kinda cold.
I sometimes wonder if he ever remembers
The time he took me to the snow
I bet he doesn’t have a clue at all
It meant the world to me, you know?
Back in the days when you went to a concert
As soon as the band started to play
You sparked up a doobie and hit it once
Passed it on - another would come your way.
I can’t forget the 4 way hits
Of LSD called window pane
We took it to see if we would fly
And loose it and go totally insane.
No matter how much of L you took
We never ever tried to fly like a bird
All the propaganda was bullshit and lies
But we had to prove to ourselves it was absurd.
One time I remember we got pulled over in a car
I watched a river of booze being poured in the street
The cops called our parents and sent us home
Others that were older they told to beat feet!
Then along comes tweek and what fun it was
In our sexual prime we headed off to bed
We would end up having sex for days
And for hours we didn’t mind giving head.
If we weren’t having sex we could be found diving
Behind every store in every town
Dumpster diving was a magical thing
Fun if you were high or coming down
But through time it became a law
No diving or you could go up state
We ruined it for future generations
So what, It was fun – it was great!
Comparing our generation to the ones after us
We have never had to worry about a thing
The worst thing that ever happened to us
Was 911 – and boy, was that something!
Never had to worry if while at school
If someone was going to get shot
Never had to carry all of our books to each class
It was us that made the lockers hot.
We didn’t go to juvenile hall for smoking a cig
That place we never even heard about
We could safely buy booze at some stores
Especially being female you had clout.
if you got busted for shoplifting
your parents would pick you up from the store
make you say  "I’m so sorry"
and tell them you would do it no more.
Of all the generations to be on this earth
Ours has to be the best one of them all
I’m sorry we fucked up so much for you
You can change things, now it’s your call!
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