DISSED
Oh my lord
Will you ever shush
Always aching and moaning
With your constant push
...to speak
Your mouth is evil
Always gets us slapped
No one wants to hear
How your life is mapped
...in TRUTH
Who shiz a git
If you get touched, mauled
Yes their corners are stuffed
With secrets that have called
...to innocence
Poor baby got broken
By big bad boisterous boys
No sighs or infant cries
Because little pitchers hear every noise
...scream for help
Thanks, body, for your use
Don't pelt me with sorrow and pain
I wasn't the one seeking
Illegal gain
...from the naive
With every roar you make
I will medicate with prescription
Letting educated men, guess
At cause for dereliction
...of duty
Survival demands my attention....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-22-2026
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