What Is She Writing In There
What is she writing in there?
Why does so much of me care?
Is it blasphemy against her mother – me?
Is it something that makes me out to evil be?
I am tempted to go right in and take a peek.
But it might be better if later I go in and sneak.
What’s she doing with that evil pen of hers?
Her words can be poisonous and sharp as spurs.
I have heard them laughing, her and my kin.
She is a bad guy sometimes, my daughter, Pin.
What lies is she throwing down on a page?
If it makes fun of me, I will show her such rage.
What is she doing in there all of the time?
Am I a laughingstock in her stupid rhyme?
What’s happening to me? Why is she taking my power?
When will I get to see her craftiness, in the final hour?
Is she using her diary or just loose pages that be?
Is she creating a missive that makes fun of me?
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