We are all adults here, I heard her say,
Nope, not all, I know so.
Some of us are, yes.
Codes of conducts are ours to follow,
Laughter at our own imperfections.
Yet some are children wearing adult human disguise
Thinking it’s us who are all messed up.
They don’t seem to know
What is respect yet they tattoo that word on their arms.
To them general rules don’t apply
And yet the rules they create make it seem
They are unaware of responsibilities for the responsible
Unless it serves their expectations.
Their mistakes are always someone else’s fault.
And still we are not all adults.
Some of us are crazies in kids clothing
Which is the way it should be…
But only in our minds in our night time dreams that never come true.
Unless we talk or write about it, like I do now.
(the image of Chiildren, a project I quite like, alas it was short lived, was copied from https://chiildren.bandcamp.com/ check ’em out.)