I'm a Swinger

Hot and sweaty
from half an hour on the basketball court
my eyes drifted to the nearby playground

everything filtered out

except the swings

You're not supposed to said my superego
fuck you said my id
soon I was facing the mountains
cool breeze on my face
my unrestrained mind
drifting to poetry

Don't tell me I'm too old
to swing on a swing
don't tell me I'm too old
for indulging in juvenile humor
don't tell me I'm too old
to write poems
of a certain nature

Actually, go ahead and tell me I'm too old
knock yourself out

but the older I get
the less likely I am
to listen