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rough draft of the I don't care
When I was a boy,
I was snarky and coy,
I learnt the lessons,
when the bullies
beat the heck out of me
and too right as this
was my personality
and this little prick
was being such a dick.
Living so vividly
being taught a lesson,
I still smoked in the boy's
of the toilets
and got caught.
The teacher waited,
until I inhaled the last
as I knew it made no difference.
I was going to cop a suspension
again.....anyway.
My mother's claws were a hawk's
when she got home,
and I tried so gently,
to break down the truth
but its no incidence
She delivered deliverance....
I had already locked the back door,
but she still scratched the
hell out of my face,
like an involuntary impatient,
I hate the fact,
as she was healthy
I was still the death
of her.......
before her illnesses.
I don't know of why my anarchy
I never obey rules of monastery
Its just that I always lived,
and I am now drowning
as I'm trying to breathe,
I remember the starfishes
upon collection of beaches,
My Auntie's a pianist
but my memorial
Especially my Uncle,
pulled coins from my ears.
2 dollar coins
worth 10 dollars
today.
Copyright ©
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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