Contrary Intrusions

A social worker bashed in my door, seizing my kids on rumors of bath time photographs. On my trek to court to rescue my children, they forced me through a biometric scanner recording every detail of my naked flesh. I was lambasted by a judge garbed in flowing black vestments for exploiting innocence. He paraded my babies into the courtroom, all three donning fresh, hot-pink rags promoting the latest Disney tween idol. When asked why we hadn’t yet enrolled our oldest child at their public school, my wife confessed we educated our kids with attention to truth. The judge decreed they’d need a head start with foundation trust books. We journeyed home despondent with teary eyes bleeding to find our garden scorched. Our organic source was no longer allowed do to civil statute, so we wandered off to mega mart to buy death off the shelf.