I'm legally allowed to vote now
For President and Mayor,
My voice is heard, but my bladder
Isn't worth compassion or care.

I can stay out late as I want;
There is no more curfew.
So I'm allowed to roam the streets,
But need permission in order to poo.

I can buy those naughty magazines
In the aisle next to the cereal.
Let me use the toilet -
I have my own reading material!

I can now enlist or be drafted,
And the irony, of course, is
I'm not trusted to walk down a hall,
But AM trusted in the armed forces.

If I'm to die for you people,
Here's something you should know:
This is my right, it's the least you can do...
Now bloody let me go!

I am the future of this world,
And if you want that to last,
Give me trust, respect, a little faith...
Don't request my bathroom pass.