Boomeriffic? Boomosis!

Lackadaisy, new aged, Boomer, BoomeragistIt’s so-o gol-darn odd that we get old and break.

I don’t like it.

Wait ’til I get my hands on those silly Archangels inventing this crap.

But gratitude for tender air on our cheek, cozy warmth over our skin, bright blue day, knowing a bit, and seeing much drift by, maybe rot is tolerable, ey?

Well, maybe.

Our boomagism oughta be headlines.
Much we deny, but why ending?