“POV: Time’s the Biggest Hater #ForeverYoung”  (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 19 for Gen Z)

Yo, Time—you absolute menace, go nerf the lion’s flex;
Snap the tiger’s drip, make every apex beast look wrecked.
Speedrun the seasons, flip summer straight into snow,
Respawn the phoenix if that’s your weird flex, bro.
Glitch every flower, lag the moon, crash every tree,
Pull all your chaotic updates on reality.
Give the whole world wrinkles, let mountains lose their vibe,
Archive every icon, every legend, every tribe.
Fine. Do your thing—I know that’s basically your brand,
But don’t touch one face with your crusty, aging hand.
No hate-comments, no filters carving lines where joy has been;
Don’t steal that main-character glow or dim that W energy within.
‘Cause even if you cook the rest of us eventually, it’s true,
This poem keeps them forever iconic—and that’s a massive L for you.