So this is it:
You all grew up
Watching little squishy things with ears
Sing and dance
Play drums and leap about
Wildly
To the sound of incoherent musings:
Diatribes on life and allusions to pop culture
Masked in the guise of a child's film,
Fresh off the press from the far-away land,
Where mice with big ears and men with one leg each
Can make children quake
And make frogs' hearts break
All for the sake of a boob tube and you,
Planted in front of the sterling grey screen,
Mind reeling out with the unconscious thoughts:
Subliminal messaging, yet this time it's plain
(And your parents will laugh at the politics, too)
And you'll be distraught by the flick of the lights
Hundreds of pictures asleep in your mind
Thousands of thoughts set to dancing this time
Where tomatoes that sing
(But not one named Bob)
And the floppy-nosed geeks
Join with pigs and small frogs
Singing love songs for you
As they die
As they fly
As they dance
As they lust
As you ask
Simply
Where has our culture gone?
No longer what it's coming to
Because I see that now it's been
And I was unaware
Of the frog
And the song
And the full force of childhood
s it has been in my absence.