Cicada II: The Age of Misery

17-year cicadas, also known as periodical cicadas
Live underground for 17 years
And emerge near the end of their life cycle
In this episode yet another Cicada
Has returned to the Northeastern United States in 2024
And finds a particularly tumultuous and confusing world
This is his story
Emerge from the ground
And then I went to feed
A five-dollar footlong
Cost me fifteen
Everybody's sayin' that they got no dough
But how do they afford a thousand-dollar phone
Rap is just a mumble and country has rap
Any other music is barely on the map
If you hear a band that plays rock and roll
It probably has Jack White or Dave Grohl
It seems that there would be a civil war
If it could be fought indoors
Please cancel me
OK Boomer
I was better off when I was buried under sticks
Next to an old alternator in a muddy ditch
What took place since I was here remains a mystery
I've returned to what must be the age of misery
I got on the bus, I'm nearly alone
I hear everybody's now workin' from home
I went to a movie and it was dead too
Other than TikTok what do they do?
Facebook's around but everyone is old
Where did all the people under 70 go?
ChatGPT seems to come up a lot
I guess they started to outsource thought
It seems that there would be a civil war
If it could be fought indoors
Please cancel me
I was better off when I was buried under sticks
Next to an old alternator in a muddy ditch
What took place since I was here remains a mystery
I've returned to what must be the age of misery



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