Don't Ask Your Teenager...

You said, "What do you want to be?
And I want a straight answer!"
But would you love me any less
If I said, "A burlesque dancer?"

A sexy nymph with a playlist full
Of songs to move my hips to,
And miles of curving, perfumed skin
For girls to press their lips to?

Or I could be an astronaut
(My head's already in the clouds)-
Then I could float and count the stars
And leave behind the noisy crowds.

Or maybe I'll go north and join
A crew, and sail away.
They say it's dangerous, but don't worry-
I'll bring you back a fish one day.

I could buy a cabin in the woods
And live alone with my laptop,
So I could spin my stories somewhere
No one could tell me to stop.

There are so many things that I could be...
I can see your heads spinning.  Don't look so sad!
Why can't you just be proud of me,
Your own, crazy daughter, Mom and Dad?