Prog(rammed) Babies

By what god did you cheat the plans of the 'Hood?

Does this god save beetles from the hearth's burning wood?

Your mother did not want you.

Your father flatly denied you.

And, if you could think, you'd know that's our view.

By some miracle you survived the salt's wicked burn.

A beetle shows less luck living the firewood's good turn.

Obama was right not wanting you pulled from the brink.

It's best had you died in the abortionist's sink.

But, you wormed your way out to find yourself here.

Just don't expect us to stand and give you a cheer.

Our five year plan will have to change without doubt

Since your soiled diaper will require us to Shout It Out.

Your lusting to live shows you have quite a nerve

Being that you start at the bottom of the curve.

It's thirty years up till you reach the bell's top.

That's complete encyclopedias of data per teraflop.

We've assigned you two parents named Wally and Wayne.

They're of the same gender but we're all basically the same. 

They'll feed you and guide you till you become four

Then you'll be enrolled in the school Common Core.

For each child, Common Core tracks 400 data points.

Does one parent seek God's grace?  Does one grace gin joints?

Schooling is more than reading, writing and arithmetic.

It has to know:  On Mondays, does your dog give you a lick?

In literature, Common Core doesn't dwell on the Classics.

You'll read government pamphlets on the safe use of hassocks.

Ignorance of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn doesn't matter.

You're wiser to know not to use a hassock for a ladder.

Understanding Kipling's The Gods of the Copybook Headings

Will make less sense than girls speaking tongues at gay weddings.

But Common Core's agenda is to make a docile citizen,

Not to teach the child how light bends through a prism.

Arithmetic under Common Core is all about process.

Don't worry about right answers, go out and have recess.

To add 17 to 29, write 10 + 7 plus 20 + 9.

If you comprehend this, you'll do the problem just fine.

Common Core is President Obama's Race to the Top.

Your president loves you.  He doesn't want you to flop.

All in one basket, the states embrace Common Core.

It's a vicious lie they did it to receive a good score.

Finally!  You planted a flag on the bell curve's top.

Let the music play and the champagne cork pop.

You're 30 years old!  So, Asians call you a dope.

Tomorrow you'll be riding an exhilarating slope.

You are back where you started 80 years ago.

You're helpless as a baby and your memories don't flow.

You recall an old saying, "Reading is FUNdamental",

But nothing but government pronouncements were ever on your Kindle.