James Cook
Young Man
Young Man
Young man, with your black jeans and grey shirt,
young man, with your charcoal TOMS and shaggy dreads,
do you know who I am?
Young man, with your moral outrage and utter impotence,
young man, with your lack of a plan and diminished optimism,
do you know where you are going?
Young man, with your skinny black cigarettes and penchant for bitching,
young man, with your clinical smile and worthless life,
could you give me a purpose?
The youth will inhabit this shabby place,
don’t say I didn’t warn you.