Behavior Bastion
Always causing a mess
With every step he made
He couldn't get the rhythm
Of the moves already played
Her actions were nonsensical
Wayward at best
While others enjoyed living
She couldn't find rest
They were rough and rowdy
Hurting others along the way
Stagnate and still
Growing swords and shields for play
In a block, in a building
They scream in silent terror
As cooks of an old system
Produce meat for the lion's lair
When LOVE comes to Behavior Bastion
they will finally know His passion
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-11-2022
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2022
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