F-U Boomer
At work a (millennial) was snorting
about his weekend trip to a casino
how he was sick of wearing a mask
how he didn't care if he died or not.
I asked him what if he were to tote
the bat flu home to his loved ones
he gave me the F.U. (boomer) stare
walking away in smart phone glare.
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