my oldest child
just turned 18.

i hope i did not
fuck it up too much.

and i hope i created
a nice little anarchist
to continue my work forever.

some people
choose not to be parents
because the pain
of loving a child
is too much for them.

but when you ask them
they will tell you
that they prefer to travel.

i was driving home
from an expensive rooftop sushi restaurant
in my expensive mercedes
wearing an expensive armani suit and expensive prada shoes
listening to pop songs on my expensive samsung
and when i stopped at a red light
a child slave asked me for money
and i declined because i do not support child slavery
and the next seven minutes driving home
i was thinking how can i end child slavery
so i wrote this poem
hoping i can became powerful enough
to make a real change before i die
because in spite of owning all the expensive things
i have no power to end child slavery

parents
girlfriend
wife
child
friends
kids
pets
god
animals
planet
toys from childhood
taxi drivers
computer
coffee

a child in a man’s body
or a man in a child’s body
is the question now
but he has big ears
and is surely a fine lad
hooray!