To buy a shiny dump truck toy;
The dream of every little boy.
A loud and topless red machine;
The dream of every male teen.
A pickup and a minivan;
A father, yes, but still a man.
A growling beaut older than he;
A man who can no longer see.
An environmentally friendly car;
Wait, f*** that s***! You’ve gone too far!
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When I grow up
I’ll be famous and rich,
Just like the writer
Of “Lilo and Stitch.”
I’ll be a performer
Or some type of magnate.
I’ll be a leader, a champion…
It’ll be great!
Growing up’s so exciting
I’m just ready to burst!
On the other hand, maybe
I’ll grow sideways a bit first…
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A child once asked
What the word “adult” means.
I answered “It’s someone
Grown out of their teens.”
“So just like a grown up!”
The kid clarified,
And I felt my innards
Knotting up inside
For I knew that tiny figure
Holding onto his sippy cup
Would be forced to discover
Most adults never grow up.
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