I Don’t Want To Adult, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I would rather be my cat
She knows where it is at
Laying in the window’s light
Sleeping in the sunshine

I would rather be her brother
The black fury fellow doesn’t bother
With the news of violence and horrors
Gun deaths domestically, or foreign religious wars

I would rather play with string
And the plush toy fish that springs
Of the plastic poll I’d fling
The cats paws try to cling

I don’t want to hear the screams
I don’t want to hear the cries
I don’t want to hear the excuses
Of why others needlessly die

I would rather play
And dart around all day
In lazy lump I’d lay
And be happy as I may

I would rather avoid the news
And not spiral into the blues
Wondering what I can do
No answers to elusive clues

I’d rather curl up in a ball
And do absolutely nothing at all
Under the bed I’d crawl
Avoid the tomb’s vile call

Yet I am painfully aware of life
All the bloodshed and the strife
Nobody wants to even share
Nobody will put down the knife

It seems a game of zero sum
Beating the brutal war drum
The caskets in masses come
Everybody wants a gun.
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