My Six-Year-Old Son Will Only Brush His Teeth Listening To My Sharona
he'll sulk in his room
i'm not doing it he shouts
i can hear the sound of people talking
in the street downstairs
there's never any bloody wi-fi one says
the other replies that their rented
house is too gothic for their liking
wolves at the door stuff
but there's a bloke
at work who offers to hold my hand
if
i'm needing of support
i need it
Copyright © Christopher Allen | Year Posted 2023
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