(…)You’re drinking your parents to the airportI’m through with you bourgeois boysAll you ever do is go back to ancestral comfortsOnly money can get—even Catullus was rich butNowadays you guys settle for a couchBy a soporific color cable t.v. setInstead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
– (the full) Sonnet by Bernadette Mayer here.