Reverence

We are the coffee generation

Steaming with sense

Shaking with sentiment

Names on cups

We’re the generation of unopened post

Avoided bills

Begotten ills

No landlines

Looking back on a timeline

Of when we did go out

The people with whom

We knocked about

But are now only acquaintances

We’re the credit kids

Who can’t get a mortgage

Who penny pinch in Primark

Buying a size large

Through quivering lips

And growing hips

Mad we’re not a medium

We’re the ones who hate the Tories and the Tories are the ones who rule us

We’re the go to the gym in January

Give up the gym by February generation

We like the internet

But we hate the internet

We are the internet

But we’re the last generation to remember a time without it

Old enough to know better than it

But young enough to belong to it

We knew the nineties

We knew physicality

We knew text message cost

Yo yo’s and cable TV

We’re the generation lost

Paying for older costs

And younger apathy

Longing for our lives to be

Anything but the prison of this Island

Morning rain commutes

McDonald’s meal deals

And Tinder

We’re the middle of the landscape

The bit between the sky and the sea

We’re lines

We’re the straight generation

Flattened

Socially squashed

Ruled without measurement

Schooled by our reverence

To keep going

Knowing

That despite all of this

We are still a generation

We are here

We have ideas

Never to be unknown

Never to be kept down

They will be dethroned

They will hear our shouts