#Don’t Be That Parent (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 9 for Gen X)

Is this all to stop you from making babies?
Will your silence leave your lineage dead on the vine?
No heir, no echo, no little you to carry
the busted family torch through the damn decline?

Look, the world is rough enough as it is,
and if you die with all that beauty locked away,
someone’s gonna lose out, plain and simple—
that’s a hell of a waste, in every single way.

Your face is too fine to vanish off the map;
it ought to live on, to be copied, continued,
not just admired once and then fucking gone,
like a song that hits hard and then gets tuned out.

Give the world your clone, your proof, your next of kin—
so your gorgeous self doesn’t just end where it begins.