I Don't Want to Grow Up, Not Me.

I don't want to grow up.
I don't want to drive.
I don't want a job.
I don't want taxes.

Why life?
Why would you do this?
I didn't do anything to you.
Or did I? I'm sorry, then.

I don't want to go
up a grade.
I don't want to worry
about high school and college.
I don't want homework.
I don't want to grow up.

Maybe I should go to Neverland.
Oh, wait. I can't.
Because it's not real.
Thanks a lot, reality.

"Hey, mommy, want to play Peter Pan
with me?"
"I'm busy sweet heart."
"With what?"
"Taxes."