Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Just A Kid

Is it any wonder,
blunder man, 
I'd rather stay away?
You stole me,
enrolled me,
controlled
but rarely extolled my virtues
You chose to commit me to adulthood
you shit,
far too early
With sharpened knives
I sacrificed
surgically excised small pieces of faeces,
shit thoughts
caught and crushed
We're opposites
I'm no composite of you
Questions I asked as a child,
brink of the chasm,
deserved more,
you fat bore,
than destructive reductive sarcasm

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