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Coming of Age

[/font]We came of an age
[/font]That grew rotted out in its over thought
[/font]Obscure and unprecedented
[/font]We a woke on our birthday
[/font]And decided to be noticed
[/font]We grew it from a cesspit of insecurities
[/font]We fractured its bones
[/font]Allowed ourselves only stunted growth
[/font]And stitched up its seems with depravity
[/font]We fed it on drugs and cheap alcohol,
[/font]Cigarettes now the pacifiers on the tweens and teens
[/font]It grew deformed, stewing in its sickness
[/font]Desecrating the landscape with its filth
[/font]For children born to children
[/font]A playground constructed out of the broken glass
[/font]Of our mothers hearts
[/font]That we poured out into drains with so little regard.
[/font]Unnoticed and uncared for
[/font]The fashion accessory child swapped over
[/font]For a few highs and final stabs at the dying liver
[/font]Comfortable in our new smaller world order
[/font]We aspire to new heights
[/font]Of chat show spotlights
[/font]We sit back and relax
[/font]Lazily stealing away the hard earned rewards
[/font]Of an older families ways.
[/font]Those last glimmers of hope
[/font]In the lost infancy of children
[/font]Will become the very model of their mothers
[/font]And they too will come of an age. [/font]