The Rackets
you cornered me knocking
my books from my hands
teasing taunting
reading my prayers
out loud to your
buddies they've joined in
your wrath against me
I've decided to take
the long way home tonight
from piano lessons
my gentle spirit wants
to fear you as my mind
is angered tormented daily
you cling to me
like duct tape over my mouth
threats mental torture demanding
my songs be yours my prayers
be your prayers
deep down i can't help
but wonder are you human attall
extorting emotions rackteering tears
exploiting pain mafia mayheim
al capone reciting john keats
in a robe and slippers
over looking the lexington
smoking a very stale cigar
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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