Poetry Time!!!!

Childish little boy
with your expectations and picnic
equipment that drive nearly everything you do.
You go round and through us destroying any
hope we had that you might be ok.
And God Forbid we might let you down-
It's the end it's over and
there's no understanding.
Meanwhile, you can fuck us
and leave us and never call us and lie to us-
any thing to keep you on top, inside and wet.
You wonder why we're crazy.
Wonder Why. Who ever
really sees what they've sown before they
devour what's next.
We've hardened my hearts but you find
your way in
Insidious, cute little boy
with your innocent smile and big bright eyes.
How can we resist the words you know we long and
need to hear?
So, we'll become one of you and plow through each
of you with very little thought of consequence.
But sadly, what still lies inside in that desire that
one of you will be right, that one of you will be good
and we can look at you with trusting eyes and
a warm, unwasted smile and hope for a future.
Uck.

EDIT/: Also, interesting to note:
Last night I had a dream that I was at an outdoor production of Twelfth Night or some other Shakes show I've never seen and/or read and everyone was freaking out about the Star of the show who turned out to be this tall kinda stocky guy with hair resembling the Sensei in Karate Kid. He was even wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt affair. I think he ended up getting into a fight during the show but everyone forgave him because he was so cool. Then I had to go on stage to perform a monologue from Twelfth Night which sucked cause I had to read it off the page but I hadn't scanned it yet, so I knew I was going to suck in front of the star everyone was nuts about who looked like the Sensei from Karate Kid. Then I woke up and it was 7:10 and I had to get the fuck ready for work.
Weird.