Back in my day
Grunge was only one-fifth
Dead
We clung to ideals like
Authenticity and electric guitars
An 808 was an embarrassment
Hidden behind a keytar in your
Uncle’s basement
We didn’t believe in hating
One politician or another
We hated them all
Aesthetic was for losers
Identifying with your brand
Made you a sell-out
Which is why we wore T-shirts
With laundry logos or some such
We didn’t have to label it
Ironic
You were either in on the joke
Or you were probably a jock
Who listened to Rancid
And called himself a punk
Now GET OFF MY LAWN,
Sell-out