Doug Blair Poet Rhyme

Laughing Matter

It seems like a lark

And the giggles abound

And the parties and excess

Of fools must be found

There’s no time for hard issues

Or things of the heart

Because don’t you know

There’s a game we must start.

Has many cool levels

And weapons galore

And warriors and zombies

Like never before

And blood flows like water

And time just flies by

Not missing the outdoors

Or spring, no not I.

There’s time enough later

For training and work

But what are the chances

The world’s gone berserk

With terror and drive-bys

And government spin

And no one admits

All the debt we are in.

I’d rather be laughing

I’d rather be high

I’d rather be gaming

Than dutifully dry.

This life’s really short

Holding nothing beyond

So bring on the laughter

Before I am gone.

 

Note: We have little idea how many young people are stuck on this destructive, desensitizing, hopeless treadmill. No honest exchange. No real friendships. No workable skills. No sense of purpose. No hope of Heaven. And we think we are showing love by buying their approval with more of the same.

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Anne-Marie Coreggia March 26, 2017 at 8:50 AM Even though I am not a christian, I thoroughly agree: laughing matters. Very early on parents have to be careful to avoid for themselves and their children becoming one of these senseless and desensitized 'treadmill' families that have become the fabric of society. Amitiés