To My Children

If you can kids, change your genes.

Mine drink too much,

Want to porntificate too much and

Are lazy to the point of squeezing

Creativity from the scrunched up tube of

Deep space rocketry.

Open your reserve shoot.

Make your last dime someone elses.

Kill yourself fast slowly

Or wait for how they tells it.

Smile on the inside.

Specially when it’s dark.

This here is a meadow place.

You are but a lark.