Scratching the Surface (Poems)

Outside the Club

A/N: This isn't really a poem, but whatever. I'll just use my artistic license. 

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Hello? Is someone there? 

Just me. 

What are you doing here? 

Just wandering. 

Were you invited? 

Maybe.

Well this party's only for adults. You're what, four?

Almost five. 

That doesn't matter. You have to leave. Where are your parents? 

Out in the party. 

They didn't just leave you here, did they? 

Yeah. 

What's your name? 

Stupid. 

Excuse me? 

 That's my name. 

Your name is Stupid?

Yeah. 

Look, kid, I'm not in the mood for games. 

I'm not playing games. That's my name. 

Kid, your name can't be Stupid. What gave you that idea? 

But that's what they call me, sir. 

Come here, Stupid. 

Shut up, Stupid.

Get out of my sight, Stupid. 

Isn't that how people use names?  

... 

Who's "they"? 

Mommy and Daddy. 

... 

...

Hey kid, can I ask you a favor? 

Sure. 

Can you walk downtown with me? 

But Mommy and Daddy said to stay here. 

Well, I'm sure they'll understand. 

Will you hit me if I don't? 

Of course not. Now please, come with me. 

Mommy and Daddy will be angry. 

That's alright. I'll deal with them. Come on, it's just for a little bit.

...okay. 

Where are we going? 

The police station. 

Why? 

Oh, I just need to file a report about something. Now why don't you tell me all about your Mommy and Daddy while we go, okay?