Acting My Age

They said I should act my age the committee of higher ups and wanna be’s all perfect citizens in good standing of the co op where we shared a common postal code and little else hell…. lets be honest ….nothing else waiting in their self built quieu of crossed t’s and dotted eyes as if they were orderly soldiers waiting to be dispatched on a daily crusade to make sure the hallways were always tidy your name plate not too big….and certainly never too small the elevators went up and the elevators went down that dogs kept their owners on a leash at all times stay on the path…. stay on the path… don’t you know you must stay on their path to be one of us I started to believe the rumors that even the candles on their birthday cakes stood perfectly erect for hours as the burning wick took all that there was to take leaving the solitary evidence of their existence a mere pool of cold wax spent …listless… shapeless… not even the scent of ever being here remained having been blown out to sea by the whim of nobody cares anymore..they never truly did a life had simply come and gone as if it had never been like an unused paper plate waiting to be discarded in a garbage bag recyclable of course or at least that was the dream or perhaps it was it the plan A life unlived is a song never sung an uneaten morsel of chocolate cake laying under a layer of calorie reduced icing of course why would you want to enjoy icing as you counted down the days the minutes the seconds…… your heartbeats to arrival at never never land do they not know has no one else been brave enough to tell them none of us… none of us… none of us get off the planet alive let me eat the cake of my choice please I’ll take the large one… if you don’t mind Irish