I Prefer The Twentieth Century

I'm not typically one to rush to judgement

But I'm having difficulty dealing with adjustment

I suppose that I'll get used to it eventually

But so far I prefer the twentieth century



Even when the evenings aren't so shitty

I can't see any stars because I'm too close to the city

True, I'm looking forward to the advent of space tourism

But for now I'm merely bored

And as a matter of fact, who isn't?



I know the picture that I paint is none too pretty

Self-portrait, up to elbows in self-pity