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The Child and the Man by Azriel Johnson
I drink chocolate milk
from a wine glass,
in hopes to keep my
adult sophistication while
holding onto my childlike
wonder and imagination.
Macaroni and cheese,
with purple Crush,
with a baloney sandwich
complete the meal.
But the sandwich has
steak sauce in it, the
macaroni was made with tuna,
and two days ago I spiked
the Crush with vodka.
A fight every day,
between the child and
the man he grew up to be,
no headway,
no ground is made up,
nothing is lost, nothing is gained.
I burped and laughed.
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