You can never stop writing,
You're not allowed to go back into obscurity.
You still want to be king of everything.
That authority complex still contrasts your ridiculously boyish face.
And when you talk to Adults, real Adults,
They still look at you like you're wearing a fuchsia eyepatch, trying to sell them hoverboat insurance.
Then you freeze.
You're engaged, big deal.
Are you trying to accelerate your growth?
You're still a passenger on this train.
Delusions of driving.
You're not the only one with them.
America keeps telling you to
Nurture your entrepreneurial spirit
Let it suckle your man tits 'til it's too old to care
It's never getting a single droplet
Both you and the spirit
Pretend you're in control.
Nevermind. See for yourself.