Are we really free?
It has been nineteen years since
We are still A-part.
Yeah I like it hard
I whipped my foster children.
Social Services: “Oh the drama!”
Police dived in, sprawling
principal screwing his mother’s car,
shouting hoarse voice,
“Just let me in!”
Wrote this in one of my Creative Writing classes in my third year at Uni. Lecturer gave us each a ripped out piece of paper from a mysterious book. We had to choose words from the pages and write a poem about it. The more absurd it sounded, the better the result!
Somehow I could never understand the last four lines of the poem. But now I got it!