The world is like a birthday cake.
They munch on their pieces but they won't share.
Breaking through the icing
Cutting to the core.
Licking the knife until the blade is clean.
Until the reflection is all pretty again.
And they put it back in the drawer
right where it belongs.
Together with all the other shiny tools
of mass destruction.
Toys for the big folks.
Kept away from children.
Because kids are too honest and direct
They would know how to use them
for the right cause.
After they pick up all the crumbs left..
Before the big folks sweep them under the carpet.
'You're grounded young man'.
Thank God, I won't have to worry
what's outside these walls anymore.
Got my screen and pretty friends.
Hope it's forever.
If you gave a container
of the most expensive caviar
to a poor guy from some 3rd world country..
They would never forget it, 'thank you'.
Rush to the market and exchange it
for a ton of rice.
To feed their family.
If you gave the same container
to a guy here, in the street..
He would get offended because you
didn't include a baguette and lemon..
*Munch munch*
We get grounded everyday in our heads.
And we enjoy it.
Others get the crumbs but we get
all the sweet cherries
from the rainbow colored cake.
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