Buttons to Push Buttons

Piglet has whiskers, the nose laughed right off the desk
 Laptop computers know it was the fodder
 That got them jobs
 Featherweight fathers know nothing about daughters and
 Sons be damned
 The rest of those buttons are pushing themselves to an
 Early grave
 Parcels meets, presents means, business means pleasure, so
 We all got jobs
 Blind-spot opinions reached millions of readers
 And they passed for thoughts
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 My fear of grow-ups confirmed
 When I'm dealin' with folks like managers
 And the sad minds unwind
 And are given the thoughts of happiness
 And the broke heart breaks loud
 It was given the thoughts of happiness