So I read this. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2113134/ANOTHER-child-left-Chuck-E-Cheese--parents-notice-morning.html And made a choice to feel very unsympathetic. Because I can do that. Sometimes I work too hard to immerse myself in empathy. Not today.
I can not even comprehend this. Some days compassion is just too much hard work. And I do try. But, no matter what the circumstances....I can never "forget" a child. And I find myself apologizing to parents all the time because I don't know their name. But, I do remember their children's names. And I am very sorry for having a sanctimonious moment, but in this moment I do believe that the charity in your heart will forgive me
it’s your birthday,
happy birthday! happy birthday!
the mouse is singing to you
with pizza and tickets and cake.
everyone is running around
this baby casino playing games
because it’s your birthday.
it’s your birthday.
everyone you know forgot
you. just keep playing
until the police come
because your birthday is closing
now. the help wants to go home
to their own children.
but you don’t even know your own name.
how they gonna call your people
to let them know they forgot you?
and the other nine which frazzle that woman
whose legs spread open ten times. cracked wider
than any flashing machine shooting out tickets
that magically transform into cheap prizes
made by kids younger than you
locked in 3rd world factories,
under fed and sometimes beaten
but those trinkets are so belovedly
cherished here. this land of liberty
has a temporary case of amnesia.
what is your name?
what does she call you?
Pudding? Precious? Love bug? Darling?
it’s okay. maybe it’s Shit Head. or Fucking Asshole.
we’ll find her. but, look!
Chuck E. Cheese has a birthday crown
just for you Children’s Services have come.
and the help can wave and smile and cheer
and go home to the children with names like
Awesome, Perfection and Sugar Plum
because it’s your birthday! happy birthday!
w00t? YAY! the whole system came
to save and celebrate your arrival tonight
at Chuck E. Cheese. it's your birthday.