I Don’t Want to be Part of this Generation



I don’t want to bend over backwards for illegal aliens. I am not a gymnast of self-destruction, juggling my future in order to assure theirs.  


I don’t want to sanction same sex weddings. I am afraid that my head will end up on the floor and my hair get burnt by the awkward perversion of candles.


I don’t want to legitimize orgies or polygamy.  This is the next sickness that the liberals are pushing from their soiled beds, their iconoclastic thoughts dirtying traditions and long-held beliefs.


I don’t want to allow the homeless in New York to crap at the bus stops and harass tourists. At Times Square Mickey Mouse shouldn’t be fleecing children. When I was young vagrancy was a crime, not a lifestyle  


I don’t want to decline and fall like Rome did. Rome was built on power not lice.  New York should be honored for its beautiful strength not its vermin and love of degenerate sleeping bags on church steps.


Why do we emphasize droppings on Fifth Avenue rather than the grandeur of a magnificence that might be ours? Why have we traded in Rome for the Bowery?


I don’t want to bend my tongue over backwards to say that Muslims are peaceful, loving people when members of their splinter group, Isis, cut off children’s heads and stone their wives to death.


I don’t want Muslims to build a mosque at Ground Zero. Bloomberg should know better.  We shouldn’t  celebrate suicidal killers on the graves of the dead innocent.


I want to tell Jon Stewart that the laughter of likeminded dolts is not affirmation of flimsy theories but self-conscious support of the audience’s simple minded, derivative ideas.


I’d like to tell Bill Maher that satire is insecurity and that mockery is a way to deflect negative criticism so that he can laugh at Republicans, jeering like Obama.


Left wing sneers are smiles painted across the Joker’s face. He is laughing at you and himself. He is the president with lipstick.


I don’t want to be an American when our sycophants voted for misguided Obama twice. Naïve utopian zeal from sea to shining sea.  

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About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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