Ode to an internet "BRAT"...
"In the place we come to play
Close as a keyboard, and yet far away
Life parallels what we daily face
With the exception that our homes are seldom traced
We know that that where we come from isn't marked
To find a miscreant is a techno art
Yet does it place us beyond the pale
If we choose to transgress among those who share tales?
Are they blameless because they can?
For the night, their guardians went away
And the babysitter (if there is one) doesn't understand
The reasons the young one is not allowed to play
With the world-wide-web, where it has become known
Unsupervised and alone
To generate hatred, and hardened hearts
Because it shat upon the internet arts
And who the warden to guard the way
When the parents have gone to play?
But a young "sitter" who only knows
The BRAT stays quiet, wherever it is he goes...
But in the end, the parents come home
The unschooled child beligerantly stands
Knowing that one day soon he'll roam
Out of reach of lawful hands...
And so it learns those worlds of DIS
Where he can disrespect all that is
"Never hearing a discouraging word"
For they must be empowered, haven't you heard?
And spanking is violence, bear you in mind
As if "Hitlerian", and from another time
They are misguided! They make "Mistakes"!
And I pray thee, until who's life they take?
They the parents, they wished this child at HOME!
Whilst they went wherever they chanced to go...
Leaving their responsibility far behind
Committing god knows what future crime
For they learned it
The best
At their parents knee
(or absence thereof)"
We send them on the prison bus
instutionalized for the day
then wonder what is all the fuss
when they come home and disobey.
Everything is relative they say
at the government's own schools
the things they learn, what the hey
you parents, your a bunch of fools.
Abandoning of these mortal souls
when God said keep them from corruption
teach them the most honorable goals
but they just get moral disruption.
you came from a monkey its plain to see
evolution, it is the only way
how else could all this here be
but that is not what God would say.
Then we sacrifice them in the evening
to the television, the one eyed thief
drugs, sex, crime, such images viewing
to further corrupt their weakened belief.
Is it any wonder when they explode
their minds disturbed, confused, and lost
letting loose this aweful load
attribute it nihlism, the terrible cost.
Send for the "Shrink"
Send them all to someone else
Let them teach kids to think
So I can work my stinking JOB
Day in, day out, all year
And gripe about their teacher while
I sit crying in my beer
And let them run and "play", crissakes-
What's this "Unsupervised" line of pap?
When else can I ever find the time
To shoot a game of craps?
Or use my drug of choice with "friends"
Or use sex as a means to an end
Or plan revenge on someone in the "Hood"
And other things I wish I could....
~Counterpoint~
An old man in a rocker sits up on the porch
Sipping on a lemonade, while watching young girls and boys
One of them comes, and says: "Grampa look!"
And shows him one of his toys...
The elder smiles, remembering when
And welcomes the lad with joy
For once upon a time, way back then
He remembered being a little boy...
>=o)
"Choose, but choose wisely..."




