The last laugh

I wonder, do we all get to a stage in life when the vocabulary of the self obsessed younger generation begins to sound ridiculous, as the lack of our comprehension and intolerance of this over empowered breed increases with our ageing days: or is it just me? 

For example: "I was like" is now used as part of their sentence construction and is, just so like out of context: the rant continues.

I was like, so angry. 

No, no, no, you were either angry or you were not angry.

Can I get a glass of wine? 

No, you can not get it, the bar tender is there to serve you.

OMG, I was so but, yeah.

What the bloody hell is that one about?

The Last Laugh

Reading a book in a trendy café

Hand wrapped around a steaming latte;

Mochas, Cappuccinos, whatever next,

Those trendy drinks can make me so vexed.

Huddled at a table some youngsters sat,

And then she said, how cool is that,

Oh my god, is that the latest smart phone

It’s so like, can I get one of my own.

To me, it often makes no sense at all,

English is becoming quite farcical,

I try to keep up with the latest fads,

When did I turn into my dear old dad?

I may be old but I can hold in a fart

And when I can’t, I’ll have the last laugh.

Julian Clarke © 2018