90s kids will remember,
the prediction of disaster.
The flood of digital fun
would turn us to babies
whining for nutrients,
unable to log off.

They were mocked.

As the digital age was birthed
on a stage of trickle down ego,
honest grifts that popped
a "dot com bubble" before
ambit' homeowners took
"loans they couldn't afford."
From the bitch to the fad,
it was never the street bad
but the wall stayed esteemed
as bits raised home prices
to rates of real estate cream.

Our prize for this eco bomb fest?
Shamed for living off X and babies
as their gen complained of welfare state.
Patriots acting with laughs
as votes regained the right
to be held back by a test,
since racism is dead.
It was killed by cultural segregation,
co-opting a cry for sensitivity
into a mantra of deniability.

Appropriately, the hate lived on.
Growing from buzzy exclusion
to homeland superiority
in the time it takes to read
presidential crime records:
about twenty years
and a bottle of Stolichnaya.
Now they'll come to find ya,
online for ancient memes
or outside for alien genes.

But the 90s are back!
Don't have a cow,
put that stick
in your bunga!

Bell and Taco's Excellent Ad Venture
revives the Gordita Supreme,
eyeliner, goth 'tude, and black shirts
from a band enthusiast's wet dream.
Who minds if the scene
is dom'd by the same Princess?
Kids like Nirvana,
we can resurrect slut shaming!
Re-up the corp grifting.
Pepsi's got Harvey Danger
raging against the machine with 'zines!
The revolution starts with a cravings box!

While the kids who walk our walk
are trained by lower class drains
soaking up donation. A full tenth
of their grind is reading simp lines
alongside their bits and sub times
cuz their hot takes are fast breaks
from the cultivates shakes
of academic excellence screaming
from their own grave,
but kids get that strong dope hit
for every mention of their name.
As legislation comes for loot
but cravings don't stop in that box.