Kids on Holiday

Are you waiting for me?
At the end of the airport
I’m
off buying our tickets
Auteur in hibernation
But I’m
feeling impatient
We were late for departure

And
the smell of pajamas
Is what makes me feel frivol
There are minutes for sleeping
But we didn’t have minutes
to spare

So you’re feeling sleepy
Sympathize
with the retard
Being held by his mother
She’s got
spit in her napkin
And she’s pushing him that way
Like
the stench through the men's room

And it’s
making you nauseous
Where the hell have I got to?
There’s a boy who’s a Krishna
And he thinks you look
pretty
Well, he's eyeing your stockings
He’s got
books to help you with your life

But there’s no need
to worry
This is just a vacation
It’s not permanent
leaving
Every kid gets excited
When his parents are
yelling
They ordered a Lincoln
And they received a
compact
And there’s fat nuns and tenors
Who are
blocking departure

Till I’m birthed from their
vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you
Do you remember our
forfeits?
And you shout at the platform

Here we
come mister airplane

Please, Please, Please,
Please
Try, Try, Try
To enjoy your roots
Have
some fun, fun
Kids on holiday