Pampered Infant or Adult?

 

Here is a question

That should not be deferred

But I dare not answer it now

Rather, to you it’s referred.

 

 

Pampered infant or adult?

Which of the twain be it

Seeing they both wear pampers

Out of needed habit?

 

 

For an infant, for certain,

Until he or she has control,

For an adult who’s lost this control

Though matured.

 

For the old aged adult

It is called incontinence,

However, for the very young infant,

There’s another bent.

 

Pampered at the beginning

And also at the end,

Two times we may be pampered

Is what I contend.

 

Which is it, I must ask,

As it relates to a country

That is fifty-eight years of age?

Could it be senility?

 

I scarcely think so,

Neither could it be infancy;

Not around fifty-eight for certain!

Incontinence it must be.

 

Pampered in the sense

Re lacking waste control

And not the showering of gifts

Beauteous to behold.

 

We are an infant republic

Clothed with naked butt

Venturing out into the wider public

Constitution having forsook.

 

 

Assuming much control

As in the Emperor’s new clothes,

His nakedness evident to a child

But to adults yet to unfold.

 

Pampered by partisans

That are too blind to see

Beneath the alluring cosmetics

Covering up its reality.

 

 

 

Pampered infant or adult?

Which of the twain be it?

It could be a bit of both of these

From where I sit.

 

But you can tell me

When it’s convenient to you,

As for right now I am out of here

And I guess you too.

 

Stewart Russell © October 13, 2024