Eventually we'll get implants
to sedate and
make us compliant.

There is no choice here
we have to fight them,
be defiant
buck the system.

kid: what are those words?
me: I'm writing poetry.

kid: party tray?
me: poetry.

kid: polo tree?
me: poetry.

kid: poe uh chee?
me: close enough.

I love it like when people sing incorrect lyrics. But more, because kid has the cute and is missing a tooth.

thy
heart
cast
a
stowaway
upon
the
ship of love
while
It
lean
towards
the
dark wine sea