A NURSERY RHYME

 

LITTLE BOY BLUE

Little Boy Elon, come blow up your toy,
The rockets and Teslas and gadgets of joy.
Where is the boy who dreams of Mars?
Blowing up futures and reaching for stars.

He’s in the boardroom, setting worlds on fire,
Sending his minions to chase his desire.
He’s at the launch pad, counting down fast,
Hoping his spaceship won’t break like the last.

“Little Boy Elon, your dreams are so vast,
But rockets explode and your ventures don’t last.
Why must you break what’s already in place?
Why must your chaos leave dust in its trace?”

Little Boy Elon just shrugs and he grins,
Saying, “Disruption’s the way the future begins.
To make something great, you must break what’s old,
Blow up conventions, be daring and bold.”

But the world shakes its head and mutters in scorn,
Tired of fires, of wreckage, of scorn.
Sometimes it’s wiser to build with your hand
Than to scatter the pieces across the whole land.

Little Boy Elon, grow up and be wise,
See that innovation means more than surprise.
Blowing up dreams just to see them ignite
Leaves the adult world weary, craving what’s right.