The Writers' Circle

The computer is the newest nanny,
Keeping us all on our fat fanny.
Once our nation was slim and trim,
Now our future's looking pretty grim.

Instead of snowball fights in December,
It's internet porn sites children remember.
Yes; technology has really changed our lives,
and now our children play with knives.

School is out and there's not a child in sight,
The streets are quiet, and that's not right.
But I, for one, am just as guilty as sin...
Back to the computer game, I can't win.