Won’t Last Long
these kids at the ballgame loud obnoxious drunk slim and smooth and beautiful saying nothing but all of it so goddamned loud as if somehow there's more weight per decibel in their cackling about nothing these kids full of themselves and each other and life and $14 beers and vapid stories spoken at full volume simply for the attention they so graciously grant one another with the me....me....me of self-satisfied babies babbling instead of wailing for their mommy's attention these kids their precious tender moment in life before it really gets ahold of them by the hair the throat or the balls before all the mistakes regrets and disappoints take more than their babbling beer and ballgames to drown them out that precious rare moment in life when it seems like people might still care affordably and easily devoid of the encumbrances of too many needs and demands of too many debts owed and too many grievances unforgettably filed these kids still confident as cubs frolicking in forests and streams unaware of the test for survival coming next spring these kids drunk on themselves the ecstasy of a saturday night before the monday morning blues of wives and husbands children neighbors parents in-laws and bosses determining their fate while none giving a shit except for what they can squeeze out of these beautifully obnoxious kids these kids drunk on themselves perhaps wise enough to know having seen through their parents exactly what's on their horizon too so these summer days in the ballpark their last hoorays before storming the beaches of real adulthood knowing in 10 years in the same ballpark or some other stadium somewhere else it'll be 30 minutes worth of dull demeaning or backbreaking labor for a fucking hotdog smudged all over the face of their little kid that doesn't even want and sure as fuck won't appreciate it knowing in 15 years the wife or husband they devoted their life to won't be there or at least won't care enough and won't understand their predicament quite like they should like another ball or strike their carefree moments of a withering youth are already fleeting so when i'm tempted to hate these beautifully obnoxious kids i say "no. let them enjoy it, cause it only lasts for an instant." thank god
mrobins71 