When I grow up, I want to be Godzilla.
A giant lizard stomping through cities, only pausing to tear down a building or two.
When I grow up, I want to be a llama farmer.
Animals that spit when irritated sound like something I could use for fun and profit.
When I grow up, I want to be a panda nurse.
Because PANDAS!
When I grow up, at some time so much older than my 36,
I want to feel like I know what I’m doing sometimes.
I want to know that I’m saying and doing the right things.
When I grow up, I want to be able to hold my tongue
without feeling like I’m biting through it.
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