Grow Up.

We're caged in by six tall buildings.
Sun glinting.
Two pairs of eyes I'm shielding.

I stand still and listen to confused silence.
Rushing suits jostle my shoulder.
That's white collar violence.

I glance back
You're across the street.
Can't we have two minutes to rest our feet.

City robots are looking for fun to spoil.
Mischievous plans I make, they have to foil.

When did everyone get so characterless?
Same shoes
Same shirt
Same evening dress.

Traded impulse for something boring.
Late night drives for afternoon snoring.
And carpet burns for hard wood flooring.

All work and no play makes me an angry boy.

I just need something good.
Something I can enjoy.

Everyone's engaged with business cards and cufflinks.
I just want to relax with three or four stiff drinks.

You don't like my messy hair.
You say it's too urban.

You're all on champagne,
I'm more whiskey and bourbon.

We're on the train your heads buried in the times.
I yawn and make faces at your compliance sometimes.

When did you all turn into the living dead?
When did submission become so widespread?

You've traded the gym for Sunday scrabble.
And mindfuck my attitude with your psychobabble.

You've traded spontaneity for hybrids and corporate stickers.

I'm on cigarettes and hard liquor you say will make me die quicker.

You're all on the same one way ride.
Jump off and join me on the dark side.

I can't help my dissapointment.

It's not my fault.

You say we've grown up.

I say

We're young adults.