Grown-ups Presentation

          Repetitive frames...Reel to reel...Morbid in making nightmares...Frozen scream...A child's dream. For night terrors, never reflect kindness of empathy...For feelings of cold robots are none & the child learns young...Of their peers of perchers...The one's screaming down their necks...Their words are a confusing muddle...Mad is the child splashing in dirty puddles...A speech of repeat...False & long or tiresome & dull...A re-run cartoon, only shown at noon...A wore down song...Nursery rhymes out grown. Mesmerizing verses... They've heard many times. Slurred words...Booze on their smelly tongues...Spittal of spit...This night they will soon forget...But the child might not fully understand...But knows he doesn't want to be that man. Their salvation of weapons of personal cover-up's...Wrong takes no blame...No consequences to their game...Their appearance to their importance is their gain of fame...Scripts of words...Leader of lies...Dancing by dress rehearsals of fake false steps...Eschew is the the stealthily thief for taking young lives. The mouth of babes...Novice wisdom before corruption of dishonest is established ways. Such words if spoken sounds of the truth...Is the face slapped & hushed to shut up...Signs the dotted line & ties the child's noose.