Into the sunset, with a middle finger raised

Tsk. Teenagers. 
Hordes of them. All noisy and pushy-pushy and screechy-shouty. 
All showey-offey and spitty-spitty. 
All no-brainer and hyperactivity. All clingy bikini and spotty achne-ey. All lusty lusty giggly touchy feely, 

All young.

All happy.




But in my spot. Tsk. Teenagers... 


Happy... Carefree...





BASTARDS!