Moody Generations

Is your mood an omen?
Heed me!
Heed my sexy emoticon!

I met you in detox in 1987.
Your cooties mooned my economist.
My economist mooned your cooties.
Is that your lipstick on my tux
in this fugly mug-shot?

Then you ran away to London
and what was I supposed to do?

I ran to New York and evolved into
mayo and oats.
You evolved into manatees and
after so many
annoying switcheroos and genetic mix-ups...

Now we only coexist
in the city of incest.