Fluorescent Babies

Listen to the hum of the fluorescent babies,
as they sing intravenously to their mothers,
and lie in juxtaposition beside them.

The wrinkles crawl up their mothers' faces,
Aged with worry and concern,
They plant their babies in a pot of cushions.

The static settles and the baby's eyes grow wide,
The flashing lights come flying in,
In 1080p, high definition.

The mothers leave their nest and complain about being drained,
While the fathers spread their seed like fire,
And the children are left in the care of HD.

The only solace is trapped behind glass,
In an alternate reality,
Where time is controlled.
The light fades on the blank, fluorescent canvas, and it becomes just as dull as the world around it.