Grown Ups

I still don't know what I want to be
When I grow up
Not a teacher
Not a doctor
Not a mother
Not a wife
When I was little I knew I wanted
To be just like
James Brown

Dancing sins
Janis Joplin
Screaming blues
Salt 'n' Pepa
Throwing shade
Nowadays I just scribble
And scat away the hours between
The same old drivel
While I wait
To be a grown up