Corrected See Last Lines Eight Not Eight--From Year To Fear

GROWING YEAR BY FEAR By one I was done I didn’t know what to do at two Believe me, I was far from free at three Four was a bore I didn’t wish to survive at five I was always sick at six I was ready for heaven at seven I learned how to astronomically hate at eight Then at nine I took to wine I was repulsed by most men at ten I learned there is a Hell and a Heaven at eleven Into my life no one cared to delve at 12 ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen The universe turned mean at fifteen And I was mentally sick at sixteen I O.D.’d and it was Heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen At eight I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and dehydration the rich chose to ignore And at nineteen….well, need I say more? © 2011.…Phreepoetree