Fertilizing minds not behinds.

Everyone wants to dodge morality,
bounce back like a bad check
sound check, high fidelity .

Kids fertilize,
and water those fertile eyes,
that water the little eyes,
 that create the dim disguises. 

We all wear a mask for every other day,
depending on who we talk to,
 controlling the words that we say.

Right now i got the mask of a poet,
and yes I do know it,
just so that I can flow it,
better than a winter river gives you shivers on a cold day while it's snowing.

Put on the mask of the all-knowing,
look into my heart can you see which way it's going?
Look into my mind; can you see that it's growing?

Because radiation bombshells cause hell,
while radiating bombshells look well,
Which one does society pay more for?
Can you tell?

We all hold a certain responsibility,
for childhood versatility,
so stop and think a minute about your fertility,
before you go off spawning a bunch of mini-mes.

Think about the masks your kid will wear every day,
when he sits down on the bus or at lunch what the kids will say.

Because his hat and his shoes don’t match he'll lose,
 his moms and his pops packed all his food,
but it aint a whole lot cause they struggling to,
so  he gets laughed at by the kids with their cordon bleus. 

So put on the mask of the responsible,
but not quite like the constables,
because you don't have to be perfect,
just be good enough because you deserve it.

You deserve a better life,
you don't deserved glazed eyes rolled in the back of a failed disguise,
created by rolled papers or pressed to dissolve,
 savored like now and laters.

So savor it now not later,
a kid can't raise a kid,
just grow up a little bit
before you go and try and play creator.