Howl For The Eighties

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed By money and video games As AIDS killed millions around the word My life was haunted by the bullying of rich kids Who had computers and driver's licences Driving Daddy's Lexus and crashing it every Saturday night By underaged drinking and unprotected sex As I am sitting quietly doing the homework Then, waking up early Sunday morning to attend A church I questioned Now, I am still doing work on my poems thinking I am twenty And the whole world at my feet But in truth, I am middle-aged and still not famous I am listening to another poet and wondering: What I did wrong?