on my own
two feet.
Their plan of attack
is not
discreet.
I'm learning to talk
so I must be
polite
and remember
the etiquette
of what's wrong or right.
Anarchy is something
I'll have to leave
behind.
It's true
I was driving them
out of their mind.
So I'm expected
to navigate
the toilet seat
although I much prefer
to be lazy
and cheat
by doing it
in the bed
and leaving a mess.
I'm just a shit disturber
I must
confess.
No longer
can I dog it
and sit up there
in the lofty throne
of my old
highchair.
Mom and Dad
have a strict
new code
as I'm walking
and talking
and doing what I' m told.
One day
I'll have some kids
of my own.
I'll be a parent
and will have to
atone
as this kid,
like me,
has shown all of the clues
which shall lead
right straight
to the walking-talking blues.
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