Children: Poem by John W. McEwers

Squish the world between your fingers
feel it ooze through the cracks.
How does that feel, children?

Cuz that feeling won't stay with you forever.
You'll get older and try to squeeze and your boss will come over and tell you that you're an idiot for trying to squeeze the world through your fingers because that's just not the way the world works. You don't just get to pick it up and make it whatever you want.

That's not physics.

When this happens to you, children,
And it will,
you just tell that boss of yours:

Here come the fingers!
And squish the world.