Life! The infant is an empty vessel!
A chasm which most fill conventionally,
Work and food and love, potentially,
Pristinely stacked, both neat and level.
Strife and joy are succinctly wrestled,
Society’s laws obeyed reverentially.
Accepted norms form useful allies.
The child evolves to nothing special.
But there are other ways, blank booked bairn!
Civilisation, unnatural construction,
Break to bits and burn in your pit!
Upon hearing you’ve a deal to learn,
Renew with vigour life destruction!
Fill your days with venom, chaos and spit.