i never sleep in the sheets later than 9
i take half hour breakfasts
and even finish my piano by 11!
i'm such a bad kid because
i clean the floor weekly (that's not all!)
i do dished (yep).
but i need to do more (like you said)
"you just can't start"
nope, don't understand that but
i'll need to iron my own clothes too
and very soon wash my own
and that's because i'm a bad kid.
i'm so bad
because i didn't use "shit you"
(or something more crude) at all
but you colored me well.
i don't even get her to pour me water
because (god forbid)
i'll get berated, unlike them
the good kids.
but i wanna be a good good kid
i try, i promise
first i'll stop hoping you'll get the greatest gift
no really, i know it's not up to me, but
(seriously now) 2 years on (i hope)
i'll delicately fling those greens at you
then i'll probably use "shit you"
(or something more crude) because
that's what the good kids do.
this good kid will not (as you put it)
suck from you, anymore
because i'll be responsible (unlike you who quit)
and stay with a job even though i might hate it.
you know, i wonder who made the bad kid
and brought out the good kid in me.
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