Sunday, February 9, 2014

Mechanical Roles Are Fast!!



As a Kid you Said it'd been,
get over it and forgive,
your bleating is your loss,
the language in spoke,
the picture of the laughter broke.

The visit to your parents home,
no child was I then,
full-grown to be a simple friend,
we met at the age of ten.

Your husband screams,
top-of-lungs,
the keystrokes of what Priests have done,
did he ever look at you,
or is that feeling just bleeding from,
the life that you have sung.

As I know you know your name,
these words I pour are to out your do,
you also left me in that room,
with your Father standing too.

The looks that passed as you cast,
better you than me in path,
both adults and long from school,
remember Catholic and 6th grade too?

No longer children without a voice,
yet you left, it was your choice.

The Puppet of whom pulled your strings,
I saw your father speak with eyes,
that is when I realized,
the drawing of the room was empty,
accept me who sat in plenty.

As your Father walked to that Chair,
I must admit I did just stare,
the zipper pulled down by his hand in walk,
to where I sat so we could talk?

The Cock of which I speak on showed,
I broke in fact this is KNOW ACT!!

The Doll I know myself to be,
just stood up and laughed at he,
the one who robbed you of yourself,
how young were you when he raped too.

In nothing more than No WAY Out,
I looked around to see him shout,
with no thought of what is talk,
I went down the stairs to where you stared,
at the Television, like I wasn't even there.

Do you remember I looked to see,
if you really did this to me,
and all you did was ignore,
the very fact I walked out the door...

..it's not like we were kids anymore.

I knew your troubles long ago,
the advance of him in 'NO'
as a youth I stayed with proper,
in that silence 'we' both knew,
hiding was something that you just do.

Now that you have carried that Motto through,
I would like to announce to whom,
when you do not stand against,
you become the Perpetrators Fence!!
.
Laughter doesn't come with boisterous chortle,
it comes with repeated troubles.

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