Oh look, there you are. I found you at last.

You’re sitting in my chair drinking whiskey out of a sippy cup.

Doesn’t feel too pleasant, does it?

You know, you look cute when you make gross faces.

But you look gross when you make cute faces.

Your parents tell you over and over:

“If you’re being too needy, then you’re being too greedy.”

But what can you say?

You want what you like,

And you like what you want.

Give a little, will you?

Your body isn’t in space. The world does not revolve around you.

But your head certainly is in the clouds.

Come away from the Circus of failure. You’ll only be lost for a minute.

I cannot tell…are you really real?