we had wisdom long ago
we knew things you punks don’t know
as you wake to this new dawn
you will be sorry when we are gone
as you hear the cries and groans
of the damned on your cell phones
and the universe collapses
in a welter of broken synapses
o punks take heed
in your hour of need
shake off your electronic fetters
and listen to your elders and betters
tune out civilization’s blather
learn to hunt, learn to gather
do it like the monkeys do
do it like the world was new
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