Down with Adults

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Down with Adults

Down with Adults
You Should Have Listened
Crowded Conditions
The Problem of Getting too Close

Mother went to the Tupperware party
and came back with an air-tight container.

I wasn’t invited. Mother said no children
were allowed. I could have easily dressed

up as an adult and pretended to become
one by speaking in clichés when

original thoughts were required.
Adults were older but not necessarily

smarter. Peter Pan’s “I Won’t Grow Up,’
was my anthem. I recited it under my breath

while the other kids were pledging allegiance
to the flag. If the best grown-up toy adults

could come up with were Tupperware,
then I was looking for a society where

children were valued and had inalienable
rights, like Sweden where I heard it was

against the law to smack kids. I’d have
asked for asylum, but then I’d have

to learn Swedish to live there.
I had enough trouble with English.

AuthorHal Sirowitz
2018-08-21T17:22:50+00:00 March 5th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 82|0 Comments