Just Grow Up.

Just Grow Up

Can you hear yourself?
Have you ever really listened?
To something other than your ego, I mean?

Repeat after me:
I. Am. A. Grown. Up.

Oops, did I offend you? Again.
Oh well! Another chance for you to play that part.
The one with the self – righteous anger
That I know you love more than friends.

Never mind the yellow brick road
Just follow the footprints
Burnt in by the melodrama of your exits.
Plural.
Supposedly leaving us in awe of your “skills”.
Boy that ego has a lot to answer for.

Are you an only child by the way?
Because it’s not at all obvious.

Oh my days! It’s been a week,
A whole week since the “last” Final Goodbye.

People pander to you. Why?
I grew out of it.
The eggshells were beginning to make my feet bleed,
Consequently stopping my heart from doing so.

Keep saying “I am a man”.
It means nothing unless you kill your dominant personality.
You know, the selfish, self – absorbed little girl.
I think I’ll call her Penelope.

The “professional” actor. Don’t make me laugh.
I doubt you could even compete with Hamlet.
He was sensitive too. Hello Boredom; come on in Monotony.

Arrogant. Prick. Gay. Feminine.

Anything else you want to cry about
Whilst I am blatantly not listening?
As far as I know, my knowledge being inferior obviously,
There isn’t a prison to hold people who make jokes.
You’d be locked up forever
Because you can mock all of us:

Stupid. Short. Sluttish.

Now just let me say something
(Before you run away and sulk,
Poor wickle baby needs his full quota of attention.)

I teach seven year olds that aren’t as pathetic as you.
(Some of them are even girls!)

You. Are. An. Infant.