Millennial

If you, every day, had to attempt to live up to the expectations 
Of a failed generation 
You too 
Would turn to the bottle close at hand 
And dance on the rings of light 
Flying between your feet

You too 
Would kiss strangers briefly 
Hot, damp 
Nearly love 
Fleeting freedom. 

And you too 
Would make love in the dark 
Scared of the dreams 
You would 
One day inflict on others. 

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