Perfect Tents

We have camped it up.
We have drunk mateus rose.
We have loved and been adult
or
just cried alone.
We have spliffed like Withnall, pretentiously.
We have slept in police stations after.

We have tried alternatives.
We have raised protest banners.
We have shaken England but
just
the fruit fell.
We have made this society,
we have lost our tolerance.

We are now our parents.