It’s your turn to be disappointed again
A domestic violence once deployed
Preserving cigarettes for the next destroyed,
An iron bar pesticide was threatened several times.
Needing to straighten out and fast.
Taking credit for glories subdued.
Frustrated by actions in and out of school,
Being hung to dry in a matter of time.
The child taste avoided still excoriates me
Looking knackered to Mass despite effort
Being the local joke coming into the fray
Efforts of aggrandizement fall quickly.
Smoking, of course, for a small fee.
No pleasure of sending souls to hell
Going postal for misdemeanors, shamed
By going about my business, erratic, of course.
Watched intently, from the comfort of honors
Attained through prayer, and sometimes fear
Enough to subdue the least of your sisters
Shaming for posterity, my self same actions.
Stuff I don’t even know about, uncovered
In a sleeping eye, watching at will
Enough to nail me to the cross I carry
Not capable of caring, a criminal forever.
Published on January 1st, 2023
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