by Michael D. Grover
america you will not roar into revolution on a kindle
I think you know that
I think it’s all part of the plan
You cannot read on a computer screen
All that radiation soaking in
& big brother watching everything
I think kids get cyber
Spaced out these days
I feel old when I say
We read & we write
On real flesh
Real ink blood
Must I feel so old
When I talk about remembering
When we had to send
Submissions by mail
The times they are a changin’
Like Dylan said
Bob that is
They leave us out here to die
Like old outlaws
Well just to let you know
I have earned all the gray in my beard
I have earned the limp in my walk
I have earned my old stubborn ways
I have earned each scar
They are badges of honor
That they try to tell us we should hide
The gray big unit gets no play
I refuse to hide them
So you and your capitalist friends
Can fuck yourselves
I will show you the truth
& the truth’s ugly
To our own heads
We are exiled
Asphodel Madness 2.0 
“Well just to let you know
I have earned all the gray in my beard
I have earned the limp in my walk
I have earned my old stubborn ways
I have earned each scar
They are badges of honor”
Love these lines. Love the poem. It’s a great big strong kick in the face to all the ipod-carrying, pda-dependent, little wooses in the world. I’ve earned every gray hair too and I’m proud of each one of them. I don’t know what lmafo or whatever stands for and I don’t care either. This was great to read!