Grown

You know your grown up when you drink Black coffee Creamer’s down the drain and sugar is no longer an option Drink it straight You can’t hide the taste it’s bitter and dark and it hurts going down You like reality to hit you in the face First thing in the morning Truth burns your throat Trickles past the spine and Enlightens Smack -against the glass- You can handle the hostility The changing names, the childish games The worst pains, the mistrust Exodus All in a cup The jaded footprints in the sawdust Left behind from last night’s play Cue for exit, curtains, lights Alone, centerstage Drink it straight