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Grown-ass Man (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)

You're a
Grown-ass man.
Yet, you expect me
To maintain a petri dish,
Efforting a self-contained culture,
Of your feelings
As if
They are my responsibility
And not yours.


You're a
Grown-ass man.
But instead of seeking others' points of view,
You behave like a statue:
Immobile, attached to the proximate, stubborn—
Demanding that all,
In turn,
Walk over
And stand beside you.


You are a
Grown-ass man.
However, rather than showing grace through maturity,
You flip maturity inside-out by throwing tantrums, instigating fights,
And acting out everything below
The age of 22.
Well, I'm not dabbing your corners
Or wiping your ass—

You're a grown-ass man.
Now go do what grown men do.

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