The Bus Stop is a music café that attracts a diverse crowd that combines
the Bob Dylan loving, folk playing, Allman brother listing, older generation
with the younger hipsters of today. However there is a faction who disrupts
this tranquil vibe. They are 20-somethings that only come to The Bus Stop to
take coffee, irritate everyone and hang out in the park across the street in an
adolescent gaggle. It’s almost as if they turned 13 and stopped listing to new
music. They wouldn’t bug me so but they are to music as glen beck is to
politics. This poem is about them.
The bros in the park drink their bus stop Joes
The bros with their guitars sing with soul in the park
And how they lightly lark with stark teenage hearts
But do they know
How pretentious they are
Poor pre Madonna
Pop punk pre-maturation is
From Blink 182 to man over board
Greenday to even Jimmy Eat World
New Found Glory to Fall Out Boy
They never seem to cease
This terrible tasteless music feast
They can’t collect enough
Common sense to move
But they’ll gladly deny
Not approve
Oh god such social sloppiness
Shouldn't be allowed
From a group so loud
The listless loiterers lumber
As if lost in their musical numbers
It's the bros in the park whom
Always lightly lark
With their always Stark Teenage hearts
Alex Dominy
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