Extra Holidays

   
Pretty please teens    
texting tight pants illiterate  
jerking SOS twitter dregs    
aimlessly into space--  
they crowd me  
like dumpster fleas  
whining to come home  
   
I play smart phone dumb    
praying they'll find    
a week in retail  
a hot meal    
or a charge from their Dad  
any direction but my own  
   
They have grown weary    
jeering at job ghosts  
skinny purses already fucked    
by monster fees raping luck  
as accidents of birth horizons    
ming unwashed jihads    
to wild their drunken Saturday nights  
   
What makes them think  
they can cling to a rock  
this old & sunk    
I'd rather settle alone in the dark  
next to OAP pornsters    
sucker punching the air  
with the toothless glee of dementia    
& the glitter of a jackpot    
no-one ever wins  
   
Bleeding their anarchy    
at Mom's expense  
is that what they want?  
   
Let them stew through the jubilee  
cheap booze & a singsong    
never saved the Titanic  
while dolly's face    
was melting in the flames  
   
But remember to wake me  
when they've learned    
correctly  
the secrets to sharpening  
a knife