My fit today is Zubaz pants,
Neon green and orange t-shirt,
Mismatched socks,
Crown of forbidden hair draped upon my shoulders.
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Effortlessly cool
(By pre-2000's, Post-80's standards),
All the words to "Wonderwall" can fall from my lips,
More than half the chords besides from my fingertips,
Allow me to play it for you?
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Which effectively makes me a Millennial
Equivalent of a 30-something Gen-X-er
Stuck in the disco era,
Without shred of irony or regret,
Rollerskating through a Community College cafeteria.
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I understand now.
The hopes of the past
Murdered in cold blood,
Found swinging gently above disrupted chair,
Not quite dead though.
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I will keep Them alive.
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Will I ever grow up?
It'd be a whole lot cooler if I didn't.
Because I am alive and well,
Even as Shredder gets his ass-kicked again,
A relic in Zubaz.
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