I never want to have
a grownup conversation
about gas rates, work, or politics
or the strange pains in my leg.
I'd rather discuss the rationale
of flying cars and talking squirrels
than moan about economy
and what's wrong with the world.
The moment that I choose the weather
over what was on T.V.
I know that I'll be all grown up
and that'll be the end of me.