Monday, August 11, 1980

When I grow up… I want to be

An astronaut, an artist,
An apple core plucker,
A bull fighter, a barber,
A bar-fighting trucker.
A card-dealer, a comrade,
A crash tested dummy,
A dog walker, a doctor,
A decade old mummy.
An Eskimo, an egghead,
An elephant painter,
A fireman, a father,
A flea circus trainer.
A gambler, a genie,
A gravy boat captain,
A hang glider, a hero,
A horrible villain.
An invader, an icon,
An igloo house carver,
A janitor, a joker,
A jolly cab driver.
A know it all, a keeper,
A knight in his armor,
A lumberjack, a lover,
A ladybug farmer.
A movie star, a monkey,
A magical guesser,
A nincompoop, a neighbor,
A nutty professor.
An officer, an outlaw,
An overweight lizard,
A pianist, a poet,
A pinball game wizard.
A quarterback, a Quaker,
A quite outsider,
A rock climber, a robot,
A rodeo rider.
A samurai, a solider,
A super secret spy,
A traffic cop, a tailor,
A teary-eyed goodbye.
An umpire, an uncle,
A unicorn tamer,
A vampire, a Virgo,
A video gamer.
A weatherman, a wingman,
A wacky naysayer,
A xenophobe, an X-man,
A xylophone player.
A Yankee fan, a yuppie,
A youthful private eye,
A zookeeper, a zero,
A zombified dead guy.
But most of all, when I grow up…
I just want to be me.

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