Root-Beer and Jack

I want more than anything to be rebellious

But my better judgement outweighs that drive

"Think of your future!" 

It screams in a whiny hiss

I’m not stupid

Really-

But what of it?

I’ll get drunk and write everything

Sing everything

Draw everything

Dance everything

I’ll be good company, only better

And I can come back contrite some other time

How about it?

But no

One sip of root-beer and jack suffices

And I only get sick and long for the guys who pursue passed out princesses

I’ll just pretend

That’s all my dumb-ass conscience will let me get away with