Vidiots!
Their just Vidiots!
The age of Innocence is gone,
when certain sites are clicked upon
The images that they repeat once in their brain
you can't delete
And then like some barbaric huns
All toddler all are packing guns
And children curse and smoke cigars
our nurseries now have prison bars
They scream and rant and raise their fists
As fire their psychiatrists
We hear them (all the teen-aged hordes)
They scream their battle cry: WE'RE BORED
Their minds will surely turn to mush
With words that they can ex-complush
The never mind their P's and Q's
They Long for piercings and tatoos...
Vidiots!
Their just Vidiots
With all this info at a click,
a book will rot upon the shelf
If all the answers come to click,
a child won't think for himself
Each day they text on their new toy.
Their thoughts and their location
But OMG will this Destroy
The Art of Conversation?!
So Sing a Story Mrs. T
What Now Become of Mike Teavee
From wasting his entire brain
He's stuck inside his own domain
He'll channel surf to whereupon
He'll find that nothing good is on.
And there is no remote control
That he can use to find his soul
His secrets now are yours and mine
'Cuz Everything he's got online
and who will watch just Mike Teavee
When There is newer junk to see.
What once was viral soon forgot.
But hand the clicker to his mom
His future's not completely shot.
His New Address is Mike.Com!
Vidiots
Their Just Vidiots
Vidiots!
Their Just Vidiots
Their Just Vidiots!