Baby Boomers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Baby boomers

Her hand is pulling down her skirt
There's breeze, she's concerned
I'm passing slowly; and observe
Her skin is exposed; why scared?

I take leave to time of Madam X
We read things secretly, in hiding
Playboy and forums under pillow
Only girl was welcome; to her I.

I recall Bill and me, in LA, at creek:
"Look at her, no bra, she's a bitch"
Everywhere now-a-day, all around
We can see tattoos on thigh and boob.

"Five decades so much change"
Friend Says his face is questioning
"What will come in same time? "
He mentions slowly "Five decades".

"Odyssey, which was a great film;
Blue Danube to monkeys to space,
Talked of us making tools to rebel
As did those computers; disobeyed"

Her jersey is lifted her skin is exposed.
Her bra is black, hair color is old wine
"We taught them being so." we confirm
"To parents we were tough" we brayed.

These robots we have made, they are wild
What will be for these kids, after us?
No one else is to be blamed, except us.
To parents, children we caused harm.