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When I was a child
boys used to say,
“My pop can beat your pop
any day!”
Absurd rhetoric,
said nothing at all;
Way for scared pygmies
to try’n stand tall.

Little chick children
running around,
Pecking order:
Who’s up and who’s down?
Sixties are over,
time marches on,
All sing twenty-first
century song.

Time in her passage
has altered me.
Dig very deep
scared boy you’ll still see.
Today now with memes
we throw our weight.
Picture’n words
belittle and berate.

Reasoned arguments,
not much value,
Just copy and paste:
There, that’ll do!
“My meme beats your meme!”
is new standard.
Pop’s been replaced;
we’ve been re-branded