(No judgments. A thought was provoked when YouTube autonomously decided to force feed and bombard my feed with this topic, hoping to influence me. Here's my autonomous thought.)
Definition of Dual Income, No Kids (DINK)?
The term 'Dual Income, No Kids' or 'DINK' is a descriptor for couples who have decided to live a child-free lifestyle, focusing on their careers and themselves rather than raising a family.
With changing societal norms and financial necessities, DINKs have become a growing demographic pattern. They represent a lifestyle choice that carries significant economic implications, reflecting a variety of social and economic trends.
Back to my worldview - This is a head squeezing, arm twisting regressive conspiracy, fresh tweaks by the world order, relinquishing human longevity, propelling a mechanical/robotic mindset getting you to think only as far as selflessly maintaining a sense of fealty and decorum for higher outputs at the conveyor belts at a draconian world factory manufacturing bots & bimbos.
The New 27 Club - The Kid with a Kid.
Penning prolific discretionary choices in human consciousness to augment longevity in the living, swerving towards death & debauchery, dazzled by misfired rockets of hypnotizing & predatory media & pharma propelling hedonism whilst building their symmetric & holistic dynasties and lives undercover.
I hope these predatory & covetous dynasties die nasty.
You’re Welcome.
The Kid with a Kid
// poetry
Policing and perusing,
What did I see?
The Uber-rich poaches for kids,
Shopping among the impoverished ever busy bumble bee.
Organized coercion
Blocking a Target’s career opportunities;
Extensive research on baby brain cells
Covetousness, the arcane human disease.
Then comes the propaganda breeze,
An inbuilt blood-soaked dagger pitching golden keys
They call it the “DINK” life, Gucci Mink life,
Sacrificing your bloodline down the Sink life.
You’ve been busted on the pavement
As you seek to be the man in the running
Spike strips to mitigate your momentum,
Stuck in the bachelor life, conspiracy brewed by human cunning.
Shit Society will Judge you, Sludge you,
The holier-than-thou aunt from her high horse,
You’re a bachelor stuck in a hook-up realm with a lax of longevity
Propaganda Masters have secured a point, my friend, your loss.
Think about it, I'm twenty-seven,
Gingerly inching towards heaven,
In this transient hell of meticulous hypocrisy,
That delays and beleaguers you till you’re washed up & 47!
See the "seemingly ‘high’ & reckless dapper rapper"
Married, 3 kids, now probably buying a house,
His job to keep you tongue-tied in ecstasy,
Far from stability, far from a spouse!
Back to basics, Procreation - nucleus of human purpose,
Fretting over a profligate wedding ballroom;
Prodigal obligations & acquaintances can be burnt in the barn,
Life isn’t about massaging egos but longevity of the newlywed Bride & Groom.
This world’s a cancerous cocoon,
Winding an inebriated propensity for myopic choices
Butterfly buried entrenched in the hatchet
Temptations to burn your youth away, those graveyard voices.
Don’t let them take your young fertile soul away!
An incandescent scented candle bleeding poisonous wax,
In the scintillating swirls of wine don’t let your heart sway
The new 27, a child - the pride of your wrist, gratification out-maxed.
Pioneering a bloodline!
Do you know what you’re shying away from?
An honor of a lifetime!
Design a dynasty throw away the immature pom-pom!
The mission - deploy as many Mini Me’s behind
Through the sands of crystallizing time
A den with my ferociously purposeful cubs,
Envisaging, a kid with an old soul pens this rhyme!
These ancient serpents may apprehend you
Those familiar naysaying voices may incriminate your thoughts…
Trudging through ice and fire start a family!!
Those are just salty, soulless embittered narcissistic bots.
Through a flurry of travail
Nourishing a kid not a small feat
But the burning effort paradoxically dissipating melancholy
The apple of my eye enthroned on my heart’s seat.
Yes, I’m 27 in a paper world
From the monstrosity of responsibility, I once hid
Now, burping my little prince through the thickets,
I’m a tenacious, unyielding, steadfast - Kid with a kid.
