Yours truly is starting the purge
The age of Aquarius has awoken everyone’s urge
To eat the rich and go back for seconds and thirds
Gen X thinks it’s just new Gen Z slang that has emerged
I’m sad watching adults make fun of Gen Alpha kids who don’t know how to read
Little do they know Gen Z is throwing it back to textbook French revolution history
Boomers throw a workplace fit because we don’t dream of labor
They’re so busy looking down at us they never looked up to see their greatest elder
It was Baldwin who caught the phrase but Gen Z threw it to the internet league so the baseball could go major
I’m tired of hearing adults bully Gen Alpha kids addicted to their tablets
Always talking about healing your inner child but forget the children of the present?
Oh, the places Gen Alpha will go
They’ll heal the world just let them steal the show
They’ll make Gen Z look like the bar was so low
They’re the Apple of Gen Z’s eye
I see how high Gen Alpha will fly
Their listening ears are off for every one of society’s lies
So young in a pandemic with zoom classrooms
So young and already been through so much trauma and gloom
In Buddhism, they teach that in the garbage pile, the lotus will always bloom
So, when you see their parents stressed just know that they’re doing their best
The world crumbled and left Millennials one hell of a mess
Gen Z is quick to picket
But we must fight for Millennials who were deceived by the golden ticket
Just like the little blueberry girl, they made their way into the chocolate factory
Anyone who was obedient was promised the sweetest candy
But in 2008, when they checked their grandma’s bed to make sure she didn’t choke on what she chewed
It’s a big bad wall street banker
And Millennials were little red riding hood
And as we heal it becomes real that we take our foot off the necks of older generations who were never taught to feel
Reagan’s fireside chats instructed them to wrap their trauma in a pretty package with a big bow to seal
Us young ones see a president’s tweet before we run downstairs on Christmas morning and open too many presents all messy
We get to yell and scream and work it out in therapy
But age never stopped depression and anxiety
Battered veteran grandpas leave grandmas for heaven and asked the angels for wars no more
They look down to see on earth that she still gets so lost in her woes
In her mind, she disappears into past memories
And gets so happy when the phone rings because maybe someone will finally keep her company
But those scamming thieves try to trick her into thinking it’s her favorite grandkiddie
They call to say “Grandma, I’m in jail so get your wallet hastily”
“Send all your life savings quick and irreversibly”
Her story is so common
It’s all the rage, It’s all the trendy fashion
Our elders wear worn down vintage sadness
Just to see us on Facebook frolic in sunflower fields in our damn near free Shein dress
What’s the point in all this therapy if we don’t share our wealth with those born earlier on?
It’s okay if their eyes squint
It’s okay if they don’t get it
Because something so pure was meant to be blindingly bright
Just like Papa Pope said
In the face of darkness, you drag everyone into the light
Yours truly is starting the purge
The age of Aquarius has awoken everyone’s urge
To wear the white hat, to converge
For our inner monsters and angels to merge
Because we’ll honor the dark and the light as we emerge
This bright sermon today came from a nurse’s burnt out revelations and I’m about to take y’all to church
The 12 Days of Revolution
On the first day of revolution, ask 1 unhoused person if there is something you can help with
On the second day of revolution, enjoy a homecooked meal with loved ones and enjoy each other’s company—no phones—for an evening
On the third day of revolution, enjoy mother nature for at least 3 minutes and 33 seconds
On the fourth day of revolution, ask 1 loved one if there is a way that you can be of service to them
On the fifth day of revolution, only leave positive comments on social media
On the sixth day of revolution, find common ground with your political “enemy” of the same social class
On the seventh day of revolution, meditate for at least 6 minutes and 17 seconds
On the eighth day of revolution, treat yourself or someone else (sharing joy is always caring)
On the ninth day of revolution, surrender a habit that no longer serves you for just today
On the tenth day of revolution, share your pain with a loved one or even the world
On the eleventh day of revolution, do one action or activity that heals you
On the twelfth day of revolution, forgive someone not because their actions were right but because they taught you a lesson that made you wiser
If anyone feels called to turn this poem into a song, hopefully these notes help :)
*ice cream truck song with gunshots and screams before Yours*
Yours truly is starting the purge *banging of fists full with knives and forks on table begins on Yours*
The age of Aquarius has awoken everyone’s urge
To eat the rich and go back for seconds and thirds
Gen X thinks it’s just new Gen Z slang that has emerged
I’m sad watching adults make fun of Gen Alpha kids who don’t know how to read
Little do they know Gen Z is throwing it back to textbook French revolution history *book shuts closed*
Boomers throw a workplace fit because we don’t dream of labor
They’re so busy looking down at us they never looked up to see their greatest elder
It was Baldwin who caught the phrase but Gen Z threw it to the internet league so the baseball could go major *ball hits bat (on word major)*
I’m tired of hearing adults bully Gen Alpha kids addicted to their tablets
Always talking about healing your inner child but forget the children of the present?
Oh, the places Gen Alpha will go
They’ll heal the world just let them steal the show
They’ll make Gen Z look like the bar was so low
They’re the Apple of Gen Z’s eye
We see how high Gen Alpha will fly
Their listening ears are off *switch turns off on word off (no sound)* for every one of society’s lies (whisper)
So young in a pandemic with zoom classrooms
So young and already been through so much trauma and gloom
In Buddhism, they teach that in the garbage pile, the lotus will always bloom
*mother tesla gong sound once*
So, when you see their parents stressed just know that they’re doing their best
The world crumbled and left Millennials one hell of a mess
Gen Z is quick to picket
But we must fight for Millennials who were deceived by the golden ticket
Just like the little blueberry girl, they made their way into the chocolate factory
Anyone who was obedient was promised the sweetest candy
But in 2008, when they checked their grandma’s bed to make sure she didn’t choke on what she chewed
*gasp* It’s a big bad wall street banker
And Millennials were little red riding hood
*banging of fists full with knives and forks on table ends*
*ring third eye chakra Tibetan singing bowls (963z hz)*
And as we heal it becomes real that we take our foot off the necks of older generations who were never taught to feel
Reagan’s fireside chats instructed them to wrap their trauma in a pretty package with a big bow to seal
Us young ones see a president’s tweet before we run downstairs on Christmas morning and open too many presents all messy
We get to yell and scream and work it out in therapy
But age never stopped depression and anxiety
*strings begin*
Battered veteran grandpas leave grandmas for heaven and asked the angels for wars no more
They look down to see on earth that she still gets so lost in her woes
In her mind, she disappears into past memories
And gets so happy when the phone rings because maybe someone will finally keep her company
*only a chorus snapping no other sound*
But those scamming thieves try to trick her into thinking it’s her favorite grandkiddie
They call to say “Grandma, I’m in jail so get your wallet hastily”
“Send all your life savings (quick) *one snap* and (irreversibly) *no sound*”
*strings begin again
Her story is so common
It’s all the rage, It’s all the trendy fashion
Our elders wear worn down vintage sadness
Just to see us on Facebook frolic in sunflower fields in our damn near free Shein dress
What’s the point in all this therapy if we don’t share our wealth with those born earlier on?
It’s okay if their eyes squint
It’s okay if they don’t get it
Because something so pure was meant to be blindingly bright
Just like Papa Pope said *strings build to a crescendo until the word said
In the face of darkness, you drag everyone into the light *this line is no sound only voice*
*ice cream truck song with strings and children laughing before Yours*
Yours truly is starting the purge
The age of Aquarius has awoken everyone’s urge
*marching band like beat begin*
To wear the white hat, to converge
For our inner monsters and angels to merge
Because we’ll honor the dark and the light as we emerge
This bright sermon today came from a nurse’s burnt out revelations and I’m about to take y’all to church *big band ending
I traveled so far only to realize I was just trying to come home to myself