We all try hard not to be
Exasperated with you,
Parent world, you silly goose.
We’re so little. You’re so big,
But petulant as we are.
We are your children. We are
And we don’t want to be. We
Want to be better. We want
To believe we’re worse but can
Reform somehow, save ourselves,
Figure our how to save you.
But you bend us to your aims,
Your animal, human aims
To conquer and save your own
Parent world with us for tools.
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