Adulthood is adjusting to bad tastes
The bitter-relief of coffee
That fuels 3am words
And taints kisses exotic
The sweet-burn gasoline of alcohol
That kindles bad decisions
And slows life to an enjoyable speed
The burning-smog of the morning commute
Reminding us of the tire fires
That fill our plastic lives
The copper-penny piggy banks
That crave bitter metallic tastes
Bronze illusions of the...
Sod and grass of youth
The happiness of sweet honey mulch
To which no taste can compare
