You jerk you didn’t call me up

(…)

You’re drinking your parents to the airport
I’m through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but
Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder

The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
(…)

– (the full) Sonnet by Bernadette Mayer here