Given the lure of machines

A child's mind is corrupted

By faces on the screens

And bile from those I once trusted

To speak is to feed the beast

To quiet is to surrender

No one can account for the feast

Gluttony begets the sender

As it is, we all hail

Worship the all new father

By design, our sons fail

I wonder, why even bother?

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Written by Daniel José Soto