Overgrown Children Poem by John Sensele

The older they grow,
The more morbid they become
And the more abnormal abuse they cause;
Babies, infants and I come
Face to face with threats of early extinction
Because awkward adults are such sassy scum.

I wear no blatant bikinis
Nor do I show off naive nipples
To attract their unknown urges
Or induce their randy ripples
But still, more often than not,
My kind and I end up as condemned cripples.

Do they deserve to call themselves advanced adults
When, at the earliest excuse, they can't avoid
Defiling us when they grab us by force,
Reduce our fragile future to a violent void
That scars our most sacred sanctum
And leave us apprehensively annoyed.