Bills or Bicycles

A friend said everyone has to grow up.

He said it like a man who had been

molded by someone else’s hammer.

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It heated me and made me malleable

like burning kittens or drowning puppies.

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It is hard to grow up, friend.

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So what

if we die too young.

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Lets make paper airplanes

with scraps of paper sent

by the bill collectors.

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Lets ride a bike around the lake

with a little ginger ale in our bellies

and a plumped up grin

to meet the noise of the old people

doing the boring and necessary things

to keep their lines and moles in order

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Lets walk on the beach and kick the waves.

Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.

Lets climb the mountains and jump off

giggling fear into the abyss