In the Corner
In the corner he was sent
if there should be an “incident.”
A naughty child was he and so
to that same corner he would go,
then sit and stew there, discontent.
This boy was not one to relent.
At school he’d curse. How he could vent!
He then was placed by the window
in the corner!
The boy grew older; then hell-bent,
he ran off rather than repent.
His mother wept. We came to know
at last he ended on death row,
where now he sits with his torment
in the corner.
March 25, 2017
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