We are toddlers with adult teeth.
Nothing can truly satiate our hunger
Nothing can truly satiate our hunger
For more—our consumption is our demise.
Tantrums thrown by tempers forged
In the furnace of rapaciousness,
There is no end to our wantonness.
Puerility mixed with willful senility,
Our reality is beyond all sane reason;
Truth transcends the hope we preach.
We are toddlers forever adulting,
Teething with our mouths of decay.
We shake our rattles with petulance,
We shake our rattles with petulance,
And we claim we are all growed up.
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Good write T.
Thank you so much! Glad it resonated with you!
What initially caught my eye was the language of your title...and here I stupidly thought I was alone in using that terminology. Excellently rendered with awesome imagery and haunting poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing. Too perfect!
Thank you! I'm glad the title/phrase resonated with you. It's always a pleasant surprise to find kindred spirits in language use. My (much younger than me) Sister-in-Law, grew up on the Rugrats—so, ever since that special episode came out, that phrase has stuck! 😅 I truly appreciate your kind words about the imagery and emotional impact. Your thoughtful feedback means a lot. 🙏
'Puerility mixed with willful senility' - I knowed people like that....couldn't be me, though.......
Fun write.
Thanks Dave! I'm glad you found it fun. Right there with you, couldn't possibly be me either - we're all perfectly mature here, right? *wink* Always appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
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