The bust of a baby taking a first step or shit,
eating strained peas, soap, or cursed words.
One could say, in my day, a car was freedom,
that we drove west to fuck folks we didn’t yet know.
In our 20s we climbed trees, rocks, each other,
thought our bull-bare bottoms were revolutions.
Some work for evolution, living ideals, generosity
towards others. We’ll put a bullet in their head.