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The Kids!

What are they to do with their hands if they no longer care?

if they would rather take an iPad over fresh air?

 

If it’s auto-correct teaching them how to spell words?

when raising your child: is Nicki Minaj doing a better job?

 

It’s because they now live in that neon-green X-Box glow

blasting strangers from all walks of life online playing Halo.

 

While Smokey the Bear goes around lighting matches

there are no more sandwiches left in our pic-a-nic baskets.

 

It’s the Kids!

 

Because the only toboggan they go through is YouTube

because there are no such things as books in Facebook.

 

Because it’s behind a shiny screen their ingenuity goes to waste

because it’s the equivalent of dropping Simba on his face.

 

So lets just Skype instead of meeting up and going for a walk!

140 characters or less to dictate the way we communicate and talk!

 

Because Clark Kent is not Superman unless his Twitter feed is verified

and behind close doors there's no room to grow a child’s mind.

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