The Winnebago of Responsibility

Wait, wait. I can’t wait anymore.
Can’t cut it back once it’s overgrown
Swimming in the stereo sound I know it’s over
The tender years of fast cars
Late last summer on the wet road
The all day rain and the warm feeling underneath the car
Telling you there’s a beast in there somewhere
Underneath the asphalt
The twenty five year old
Sticks to your jaw, to rev up the accelerator
Hangover sticking to spine
Tell yourself you’re still young
While the Winnebago of responsibility appears in the rear view
Flip-up Sunglasses Zinc Oxide
Bumping your rear bumper, honking its horn
Sticking out a plaid sleeve from the side window
Maturity flipping you off
Forcing you into the buttoned-up meeting
That is the rest of your life