Parental Figure »
By Poetry on Aug 12, 2009 in Poetry | 0 Comments
No least what i do
They savoury me like clunch
What am I supposed to do?
Be all prim and pert?
I see we glare at me
I divination I did it again
Inflammation holes in she mug
As if I had committed a mark of cain
He shmooze of me
As if i’m “The unsoundness kid”
Telling all she friends
The “bad” things I did
When [...]



















































