"not bad"
i will inform you when i will have turned
as adult as my mum wanted me to be,
a polite monster of society, rich, with
grandeur and good manners, my tongue
knotted in my tie, now i could rhyme but i won't,
my nails and speech polished, my mind tamed
and my heart within limits, my soul unknown
and, of course, decent, the son of law of god the father,
but of course, of course she wanted me happy.
the pursuit of happiness....i must howl! i must...
i feel much better being just me .
i must have grown adult then.
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