woe is me

we like to fill

our average child's head

with

possibilities. we give them

trophies for losing,

for coming

in fourth place.

we tell them they can

be anything

they want to be,

if they try hard enough

and believe.

but they're average.

they're 

underachievers, a bit lazy

and spoiled

and entitled.

half don't know how

to spell or read.

straight c's and a sprinkling

of d's

they get a gold star

and an oatmeal

cookie.

the next generation,

woe is me.