It’s a miracle what it takes to be thought as an adult <br />So many rules told to follow like young children in occults <br />Suffer heart wrenching pain and go hungry for assaults <br />Spend more time on money and stack happiness in vaults <br /> <br />The minute hand slowly sweeps life under the rug <br />In your youth anything could solved with just a shrug <br />But now you’re an adult, you must cut back on all the hugs <br />Put your efforts to the future and how you must taste to bugs <br /> <br />-You must cause many crises and never be at fault <br /> And when you’re all alone then you’re truly an adult <br /> If nothing else prospers from the wrinkles and the frowns <br />-Take comfort in knowing your insurance bill goes down <br /> <br />Your smile must be smug when you’re laughing in the group <br />Keep the sarcasm sharp like the gossip in the coop <br />Look down on everyone you find sitting on a stoop <br />You’re not being rude, it’s just what adults do <br /> <br />Go back on your word and earn their love through fear <br />Only think about your peers only once during the year <br />You’re an adult now and have to budget for your tears <br />Don shades and a handshake, make them wish you were here<br /><br />P.R. Prosper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adult-2/
