Grown Man from Frog Poems by Mister Goblin

I’m a grown man and I can’t take care of myself
Baby I’m a grown man and the dishes languish in the sink but I’m a
Grown man and I owe thousands of dollars
To the state of Indiana and collections
I’m a grown man and I can’t take care of myself
Baby I’m a grown man and the shower is crawling with black mold but I’m a
Grown man still afraid of getting grown-er
Growing weaker smaller stiller then forgot
Excuse me that’s Mister to you
A whole adult like any other
Empty check box next to developmental marker
I’m a grown man and I can’t take care of myself
Baby I’m a grown man and I can hardly pick out my own clothes but I’m a
Grown man I guess somebody should have told you
Guess somebody should have probably told me too
That I’m a grown man and I can’t take care of myself
Baby I’m a grown man and I smell like shit and cheerios
But I’m a grown man like a little fucking baby
It’s not cute and it’s not endearing anymore
The days used to pass just like a sermon
Now they flit by like a commercial
For a product no one wants
And everything all happens at once
You’re the captive audience
So why don’t you go back to your room
The adults are talking

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