Do Unto Others...
Bastards in my ears again, screaming
Yelling at children on the playground
They were only “double-dutching”
Who are They, Where, How?
His voice is that of a seaman, or captain
Has to be loud, boisterous over the waves
I can hear it in the children’s voices
That he has done this before
Voice paints pictures, huddled up in a room
With the jump rope in two
He swings till his arm gives way, this angers him
And he switches hands, screams paint the picture
Fourteen years later there are no children around
Playground is empty as is the room
They grew up to make it, vicious
They folded right in two
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