I am in no mood,
To prove I'm familiar with those same tired games.
I've graduated to another playground.
Consider it an upgrade.
Or...
At least a fading of immaturity.
However this is perceived,
Makes no difference to me.
Just scratch me off your list of playmates.
Take your time.
Or do that as quickly as you please.
Whether that is before or after,
You have digested from your prolonged recess.
Too long regressed...
In an outdated and overdone self repression.
Needing to be addressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Lawrence, Well done! It can all become a playground, can't it? (Especially the bullies - I hate the bullies.) This poem has the required snap-crackle-pop, and speaks universally for those who have chosen to move-on. Clever use of the word 'digested.' Should we be a bit amused? Cheers, Mike