Mom's Boyfriend
I smile and shake your hand, dear Sir
It’s just a part of my profession’s code
I’d rather pound you down, you worthless cur
Even the kindest of us could explode
“Suspected Non-Accidental Trauma”
So says the overcautious rhetoric
Traumatized terror of baby’s mama
Plastic smile hides a wide-eyed lunatic
I will take amazing care of her child,
Father protector flaming in full force
But don't mistake my demeanor for mild,
Recognize the obligatory farce
The neurosurgeon will save her son’s brain
If only your hard heart could hear his pain
4/7/16
For contest: It Shouldn’t Hurt to Be a Child
Sponsor: Becca Tegan
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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