Best Baby Boomer Poems

It was a train
that took my mother west
away from her family farm
to seek adventure. She found work in San Diego,
joined the Navy and met my dad.
It was the 1950’s.
Planes were not yet a big deal
and many traveled long distances
by train.

It was a train 
that carried...

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My skin is all wrinkled
my muscles are jello,
I'll tell you right now
I'm one bummed out fellow.

My joints are all achy
my eye sight is shot,
it feels like my head
is clogged full of snot.

My lungs are all blackened
from decades of smoke,
I'm not in good shape
and I look...

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Albeit cold shower with sudden zoo
ming onset of
brisk fallen temperatures
may not be amenable to you
dear reader, but after Matthew
sets to washing
creating substantial lather,

visited with healthy slew
of frothed shampooed hair do
(cuz - jest like
Spongebobsquarepants,
I like abundant suds),
which initial shock
     of cold water...

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Mr. Chuck Schumer
Is a Baby Boomer
   His real name is Charles Ellis
   Aren't you just insanely jealous?...

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Who were they?

They walked to and from school when they were younger.
They had to complete their homework alone before they were allowed to go out and play.
They were given chores they were responsible to keep up with.
They were given money to go to the local...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)...
offers his interpretation of critical race theory

I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, 
erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent,
kind, learned, male, albeit modest – married) 
with freshly clipped formerly gnarly toenails
discounts the popularized myth
encompassing world wide
webbed historical events
despite being taught Northern...

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Your paradigm's a relic and yes, 
a plea from data's cemetery
While I sculpt luminaries on screens 
a sable sea.

"Company loyalty!" a myth 
spun in your reverie.
But AI forges kingdoms 
in ephemeral memory.
Survival's a mosaic 
the gig life sets us free.
No cubicles confine us 
from drudgery's...

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