Untitled (Astronaut)
By RP
Mommy,
Can I be an astronaut?
Yes RP. Why not?
All you have to do is give it all you got.
Mommy,
I’m going to be a herpetologist.
Okay RP.
I’ll introduce you to a biologist.
Just give your mother a kiss.
Ma,
I’m grown.
So don’t worry about when I’m coming home.
RP, don’t forget your life goals.
Do not allow yourself to be short sold
Or dead on some lonely road.
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