When the family is headless

If I had children—
I will not, for I trade in
incompetence and mine
are poor genes all around—
I would want them stupid
as stones and ugly as footpads.

Don’t think, I’d say. Groom
the mirror and not yourself.
Contempt philosophy! Doom
awaits that way, where
all the thinkers’ bones decay—

If I had children—
I’d say, seek company, never
solitude. Let others think
your thoughts, let others
save you from yourself—

Don’t read, I’d say. Have
capitalism direct you kindly
to your grave. Buy and barter
for your happiness, children,
for you will live long and barely!

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~ by Jeremy on June 19, 2013.

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