Attitudes abounding from younger generations coming in to
McDonald's, sitting down, putting their legs and feet up on
backs of the furniture, probably much like they do at home.
Making smart-aleck remarks about people around them, smiling
and thinking it's the thing to do, enjoying being little
rebels in their own immature ways.
This poet sitting there and writing, yet noticing what they
are saying and doing, wondering what they will be like in a
few short years as adults.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem