There was a scent of snot filled contempt

in her young squeaky voice,

the type that grated against the ears

and made the natural defence

of wax crumble in alarm,

erect, proud and sniggering

“I don’t care”,

she squealed

with a high pitched whine,

“who they are, I don’t listen to anything

that was made before I was born,

it is immaterial to me,

you’re all weird really, why can’t you listen

to something now and hip?”

With that she snapped her fingers