Adult
It’s a miracle what it takes to be thought as an adult
So many rules told to follow like young children in occults
Suffer heart wrenching pain and go hungry for assaults
Spend more time on money and stack happiness in vaults
The minute hand slowly sweeps life under the rug
In your youth anything could solved with just a shrug
But now you’re an adult, you must cut back on all the hugs
Put your efforts to the future and how you must taste to bugs
-You must cause many crises and never be at fault
And when you’re all alone then you’re truly an adult
If nothing else prospers from the wrinkles and the frowns
-Take comfort in knowing your insurance bill goes down
Your smile must be smug when you’re laughing in the group
Keep the sarcasm sharp like the gossip in the coop
Look down on everyone you find sitting on a stoop
You’re not being rude, it’s just what adults do
Go back on your word and earn their love through fear
Only think about your peers only once during the year
You’re an adult now and have to budget for your tears
Don shades and a handshake, make them wish you were here
poem by P.R. Prosper
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