Parents

Lie to their children so they lack the tools to dream outside their buildings to press the fools

All along the families lacking the stacking of the chips the advancement from the cackling’s

Instead they want to blue like crops stripping kids from their Tigre stripes gripping them from their own potential they should be dreaming above the longest kites they should be soaring through the continents

Don’t be alarmed when they yell, they cry. Don’t refuse to accept what you’ve done. Imagine when the figures like Santa die. The lies, the death and fact has won. Now watch them grab for those guns and drink that at first you didn’t want them to even think about…

Now watch then from their own magic, run.