perhaps he would forget
almost everything he saw
let me tell you, his
mouth can shout so
so loud that the neighbors
spiraled out of control until i
wiped it all up, mopped up my mess
eyes focus on mine in the hallway
ample time rests between our conversations
to say that he's disappointed in his daughter, well
years of neglect shows me he feels nothing for me anymore
kick her to the curb, what does it matter?
never expected to have a nutcase as a kid
eventually there has to be an end to her blathering
eventually she has to give up, realize she's not heard
sucks to be her, but i went to get her help, i did, mind you
where's my sucker, huh? where's my treat for going berserk?
eh, all i got was an arm torn off and a dishonorable discharge
all she wants to do is wallow in her room, not my fault
kick her to the curb, boys, that's the plan, that's the plan
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
