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The moment I grew up

Was the moment I learned

I was a product.

 

I didn't decide

The men staring never sat me down

And gave me "The Talk."

 

No, not with words

They gave the talk with their eyes

And they didn't even know my name.

 

Now I know

So I want to thank those men

For telling me my place in this world.

 

A product

For them to consume

An all new, state of the art grownup.

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