Wear your nonsense on your teeth.
Point at every thing you see and scream.
Dance your Babybel hips down the ramp
from the jukebox to the pool table.
Look at the football on the TV
and wonder what you will be
when your arms are the length of Mars.
Dress like your mind, be furious.
The men are leaning on barstools that are
even older than them. They say they cannot
find the energy to chase you or teach you
or be you, but they don’t mind.

© Carl Burkitt 2022