we had fun without him.
in the streets, and between the
photographs of saints,
left wing martyrs and pie
at what cost do you please him,
feed him deeds, like his mother did-
keeping him young?
he insults the gift before it is given,
with expectations, using
language of bondage and ignoring
the real.
what a child.
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love your poetry a great deal, Brown..
ReplyDeleteGlad to be able to look at my dashboard today and pay a visit.
keep it up.
:)