My Mischief Suit Poem by Raj Dronamraju

So you put on your mischief suit and you go outside
It was raining earlier but now it's stopped
There were people there but now they've stopped

So you put on your devil costume and ride around the block
On a tricycle that links your reluctant adulthood with the juvenile delinquent who could always be counted on to have a good time

I know what you're doing and it doesn't suit you
You are just trying to play the grown-up, the chaperone
No one takes you seriously when you do this

A Paul Revere with very different motivations
Woke up the entire neighborhood
Then cackled with glee and helped himself to little bits of the disturbance

So as you lay this child of the 1980's
And pour the hemlock/antacid mixture down his throat
I have another devil costume in the closet and I think it still fits

Now I'll put my mischief suit on
The brightly colored one with the plastic flower that squirts water
And I myself will attempt to relive the joys of past mischief