Disease

My brother handled me like bars,

my tricycle repair.

My blue Raleigh,

made attempts,

it lasted out the Pimps you see.

I was so fast,

he punched like that,

no sound, he smothered me.

Crawl in here,

I'd get stuck,

tear off my pants and underwear.

I would sweat in despair,

he'd force himself inside.

My poop would hide,

deep he'd ride,

my lift would often break.

I could not take,

he was a snake,

in night he'd rule my thumb.

He'd hump my bum,

and then he'd come,

put me upon my knees, 

say "please".

You're so dumb, 

you're just a bum,

and I am your disease.

K.A.P.

6/8/2009