Impromptu
god forbid
some people
cried and some
people sighed how
but not just how but why
am i
it seems
delinquent
or delinquently
casting out my son
to a world
where weird
faults are found
in every thing even
how your child thinks
where
where were
where were the
parents parentally
think
about
changes that
may have come
from chicken Mc
Nuggets
to Chick-fil-
A or processed
patties that can
but not pass the FDA
i
i am
proud
to say that
my son is free range
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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