A haiku summary of adventures so far
Angry baby yells. |
"Rise up toddler friends, revolt! |
Reclaim your future.
Executive Toddler is © Chris Cammett
by Sam Rowell
Reject the structures, |
Reject the technology |
binding us apart."
Needing sustenance |
he feeds on invertebrates. |
Where are his parents?
His dreams richly paint |
futures of nature rising |
and maybe some boobs.
Bat Guru arrives |
from teapot style magic lamp |
to ease toddlers pain.
"You bear no burden. |
Advanced thought is no millstone, |
Infant Optimist.
Only through striving|
to invert corporate structures|
will you achieve change."
Executive shills, |
representing lost futures, |
loathe to cough up dough.
Sleeping and walking, |
executive toddler naps, |
unconcious of paths
The toddler wanders. |
A harbinger or prophet|
calling for new tomorrows?
Sonambient drift |
ends in near disaster and |
post partum snackage.
"Let's stop eating beef, |
poisoning ecosystems, |
and eat bugs," he says.
"We'll emulate birds, |
tread lightly or not at all |
on the earth. Eat worms!"
He personifies, |
with shirt tucked into diaper, |
boldness and daring.
A clarion call |
goes out form the mouth of babes, |
iPhone included.
The toddler exhorts- |
"Change patterns and behaviors! |
Set things in motion!
Conquer apathy! |
Embrace new prosperity!" |
But who will listen?
The Executive Toddler
