Child's Play

Sick and twisted

we're all demented

but before you get to

opening that trapdoor you call a mouth

tell me something,

a little semanding,

but why can't we all

just sit around and enjoy ourselves?

I mean

we're all human,

we're all children

trapped in bodies

that won't stop growin.

Next thing you know

we're lying in coffins

six-feet under

because our lives were wasted

our minds consumed

by excess drama

we all endulged.

Let's give ourselves a break

go back to being kids again

let's play hide and seek

or tag

maybe even a little duck-duck-goose

if we have sometime just to forget

all the excess nonsense

we stir for ourselves to complain about

can we go back

to being kids

and just play?

This poem is about: 
Me

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