Child Within

Being accused of  
perpetual childhood  
there's an accusation
no one can escape  
 
(Honesty, people!)
 
Hi, I am the real life
Penelope Pig
 
Don't get hung up
on the looks questions  

I wear lipstick
better than the  
average swine
 
But it doesn't change a damn thing  
for the Holy Mothers cursing me
"What have you done, Jessica?"
They screetch  
giving tips for free
 
...while my devel spawn upends
their worldly, orderly
"dominion"
over the sallow pinch  
of credit holder sanctity  
we call society
 
The desert planet
of hidden resource  

that we don't let them lead
...we'd rather freely breed
 
We sing and dance to  
our own songs

(while patching up our drywall
with unframed snowscape wonders)
 
Still writing the backwards  
fives into their teens
(So cute!)
 
We have our special lives
but no one loves it  
like we do
 
Trapped in free spirited
childlike minds

Do you love or despise
what do you find?