KIDS GROWN UP

Canteen man has a lunchbox.
It is plastic: grey
Or brown.
It doesn’t make him happy
And it doesn’t make him frown; it just
IS
(full of sandwiches) and lunches are okay.
There’s nothing bad about them but there’s nothing that would say
THIS IS FUN
Because it isn’t
And that isn’t what I like.
That’s why my lunchbag’s red and bold and
Really really bright
And full of Disney smiling faces
That make people want to say
“You told me she was 20-something
Just the other day?”
I MEAN I’M REALLY CLOSE TO THIRTY
If you think about it, Mike.
I’m twenty seven
twenty seven
And there’s so much stuff I like
That was s’posed to lose my interest
Back in twenty-zero-three.
‘Cept it didn’t.

And here we are, I guess, I guess
And Minnie Mouse is on my dress and
Hiro H is on my lunch and
Judgey Mike, oh, thanks a bunch
Because your Very Grown-Up Way
Of Being Grown-Up Every Day
It makes me think of Peter Pan:
Of nurseries, pirates. Then I can
Think happy thoughts
And fly, and fly, and
Thank my second star that I
Take joy in stuff like how to store
My cheese baguette and how to pour
My ~CHILDLIKE~ self into the day and
Mike won’t quite get what I say but
ADULTS ARE ONLY KIDS GROWN UP.
ADULTS ARE ONLY KIDS GROWN UP.
ADULTS ARE ONLY KIDS GROWN UP.

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