Sometimes we just need to burp

Get the gas out

Escape the suffocation of ourselves. Employ caricatures of embodiment to better rolodex self portraits. We know this. Well concealed, sometimes - out, nonetheless

Figuratively, it's the ravage of common and sensibility. Figuratively, out obliges the rise of common and the courtesy of sensibility. Literally, from false humanity. Literally, in defiance. Literally, in collusion, in masterful unison

Get the gas out

Children are. In their own space. In their own literary genres. Free from monitor and image consultants. Free from free in pressure to out out peers in defining a powerful whiff. Pubescent minds in misleading bodies. Usual suspects in soft shells. Deducing selves in out to mold identity

It is a war of pens

Both at advantage

Experience of time v. experience of time. Insight of age v. insight of age. Backing of cohorts v. backing of cohorts. Cover of society v. cover of society. Erasable ink v. erasable ink. Children are, after all, newer derivations of adults

Adults fib, the world impotent accessory to fairytales

Children pen a larger world. All dimensions. Score is not 1-children, 0-adults. Still. Children have a cohesive attack. Striking penetrable blows directly to adults, through themselves. Score is 0, 0. Each side wins forward movement in a losing battle

Pen wars - debris scarred pages drifting harmlessly, until read

Pen wars - debris scarred thoughts, harmful when left not spoken

Pen wars - debris scarred living, if adults can't admit gas, and get it out

Pen wars, until adults stop sugar dipping humanity, start treating children as adults in training, and realize, those things adults once did, children do, those things adults deny, children do, those things adults hide, children do

Sometimes we just need to burp

Get the gas out