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?
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