The super hero poem

when I grow up I'm going to be president

start wars with a twitch of my fingers

attend extravagant balls with thousand dollar gift baskets

be invited to premieres and opening nights

and sleep in a huge four-poster bed once shared by Clinton and... somebody.

I'd go to foreign countries with weird good

and shakes hands with gross old politicians

who slime, "Good evening madam president."

and I'd have to host that goddamn Easter Egg hunt on the lawn

and take photographs with squirming kids...

maybe I don't want to be president



when I grow up I'm going to be a superhero

I will be invisible and invincible

and I will FLY

my costume will be red converse high-tops

and a neon green leotard

my theme song would be:

Here I come to save the day!

or maybe without words at all:

daan da da DAAN, daan da daa...

but every single time someone lost their keys

or were being held hostage by an evil supervillain

they'd call me out of bed to come save them

probably at fricking three AM



when I grow up I'm going to be French.

one of those chic Parisian girls

with that certain je nai sais quois

and trendy European shoes

I'll sip coffee and eat those cute little pastries

at a cafe by the Seine

and I'll date an artist named Jacques

we'll hang out with our artsy friends

who don't shower

or shave their body hair

and get so drunk every night they start calling Jacques "Monique" and chasing him with paintbrushes...

I don't even know how to speak French!



when you grow up, you'll be mothers and fathers,

rodeo clowns and Chuck E. Cheese counterstaff

you'll starve and you'll be wealthy

but me...?

well, don't you worry about me

I'm not going to grow up at all.

--author unknown

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