Your goal is not to become a parent
Your genes won’t benefit, from you
Having children, that can’t reproduce
Being grandparents, is what, you’re trying to do
See, your ancestors, you, and your offspring are unique blends
Of lessons learned about avoiding death, you’re a means to an end
A cryptic plan with a purpose, your genes kindly encoded
To send to the future, before it de-entropies, and its meaning is eroded
Just imagine all the wonders, they could one day bring
And the joy you get, when you first teach them to sing
Mother nature has guided, and provided all the harmonies
So you can lead them all, in the dance, with nurtury
Advance then, wherever it may be
Go forth and multiply your inner enemies
Or they’ll lead you astray
Break your heart and sanity
Forging meaning, amid this futility
Some people say, it all makes sense
When they have children, and can see
Which traits made them, uniquely them
And which, were added for free
But, childhood is being eroded
Teen suicide figures have exploded
They’re all in the zone, and on a phone
Spied by drones, and feeling down-loaded