Charlie was a good boy
zig zagging over creeks, through fields
a time long gone yet still remembered
some folks willing to keep memory alive
while children’s minds burn away
the fire stoked by fatigued parents
no longer packing lunches in their poverty
abandoning maternal urges in ugly rebellion
against nature instead of society
how cruel that Charlie’s world is gone
a fantasy a child shall never more live
the cool grass beneath bare feet now plastic turf
upon which lolls a kid, game controller in hand
and channel changing between two minute videos
five minutes now too long an attention span
for the precious lives establishing
our future, autodidactic meets idiocracy
I miss nature, and civil society
The Halfwit Writer 