Conor

17

The Declaration of Codependence

We’re free! July comes forth, we tear away
Our chains of bureaucratic rule. To be
So liberated when we once had to pay
Those extra pounds for stamps and tea,
Now I can shed those pounds only for me;
I need no king to judge me at the bay.
My “stamps” and “tea” are certainly the key
To attract some mates and mateys to come play.

Complain all you dare, you grey toothed cysts,
When summer comes along we kids are free
To frolic, play, and dance all night with glee.
As revolutionaries, we insist
That we may play as long as we may yearn.
“So long as in September you return.”