People love babies
and the reason we love
babies is that finally
here is someone
I can feel superior to.
In about every way
but youth. Intellect,
I can solve math
problems. Baby
thinks 1 + 1 =
FEET! Which
is clever and quite
true, but falls far
short of the applications
possible. Strength! Size!
I am a brute huge individual
capable of throwing baby
over a low wall with ease!
I won't, of course. Huh huh
huh,
for I am merciful. Mercy
is indicated upon the helpless,
stupid and weak
such as you, baby.
We love to condescend and talk
to baby in rich, syrupy goo goo tones,
lording it over them, gloating
in our almost unimaginable superiority
which baby is too stupid and naïve
to even imagine! Let alone understand.
When we roll time forward to imagine
"Ah, lord it while I can, kid! For you"
(we pause for gravity)
"...will one day surpass me." Thoughtful
pause. We don't much like the sound
of that, but too much experience
confirms. We decide to embrace
it as real. We feel the full flush
of magnanimity emanating from
being core, and our virtue becomes
a guilty pleasure. Yes,
I, the big one!
I am the one who builds
the world and paves the way
and shit.
For you, little one.
I make it possible for you one day
to surpass me, infant! And in so doing,
I prove all the more truly
my innate greatness.
We love babies
because
they're kind of the only ones who
still take shit like that at face value,
or anyway, act like it. None the wiser
While we are at least some
the wiser,
we reckon. We can always depend
on babies! Babies make
a great and favorable comparison,
on all metrics but
youth.
There, we're big enough to admit -
they have the edge
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