CPPoetry

Where did it all go wrong?
At 18 I was heading to the New Orleans mardi gras!

Now it's all instagram and X or whatever its called by what's his name,
The perfect pout, the perfect hair,
The perfect body, it's so unfair.
The youth of today all full of virtual overload,
1 million followers, then left out in the cold.

Glamorisation of the human form,
Will be the downfall of us all.
Take a name and number and wait for the roll call.
History is full of heroes, now all ghosts,
Now it's all who had the most TikTok posts.

Time travel back to when I was 18,
New Orleans, the best place I’ve ever been.
Greyhound bus to Lafayette,
But the trip’s not over yet.
One last ride south to Mamou,
J.C Gallow, it was lovely to meet you.
Dancing in the bus stop,
Rory plays harmonica to the zydeco bop.

Now that's how you celebrate turning 18,
Not like today’s Screen queen!