.
but rulez
were
meant to be
broken
besidez
she'll be
sixty-five in
two weeks
A very young lad, who just turned thirteen
Began to cry and sob in his bed
Wiping his tears on his sleeve
Why is my dad leaving and why must he go?
Was it a fault of mine
My fault, I don't know
His blonde hair, blue eyed, LI'L sissy
Who was under age four at the time
Didn't understand where her daddy was going
Why he was giving her sugar, & a long hug, leaving his tears all behind
Thinking that her daddy will be back home real soon
After all her daddy was her world, the stars, and the moon
Why did my dad have to go?
Why did her daddy have to leave?
Is this a nightmare that we are both dreaming?
Or was this a new "harsh" reality
Me and sissy came running to mama, and we slept with her that night
She tried to quiet us from crying by telling us everything will be alright
Amidst the turmoil of running feet
Vile words instead of flowers under trees
Poison flooding homes
An under-age girl half naked is found on the street.
She stumbles on rickety knees
This ageless is still in the womb
Years end and re-start
For her no more than 6 years have passed.
The shirt reaches no further than her navel
A swollen perched on wasted legs
She staggers towards the traffic to beg
She has lived as if for a 100 years.
A lurching corpse
Unable to hold the weight of her
Trying to feed herself in a world that feasts on flesh.
The cops slapped the cuffs on me and locked me in a cell.
I sold some beer to an under age man and now I'm in jail.
A nineteen year old showed me his license and it looked authentic.
His driver's license said that he was twenty-two but I was tricked.
I thought his ID was real, I didn't know that it was fake.
Now I'll spend two years in jail for just making a mistake.
I don't deserve to be locked up, the police and the D.A. have a lot of nerve.
That man old got off scot free while two years is what I'm being made to serve.
The only thing that happened to the nineteen year old was that they took his license away.
Because of that under age punk, I'm being made to pay.
When I'm released, I won't work at any store that sales beer.
I'm in jail just for making an error, I don't deserve to be here.
She trembled in anticipation
Dressed in white the perfect bride
She was surrounded by people
Who nodded and who smiled,
They were all apart of creating this ceremony,
Even though she did not want this,
Even though she was under age,
The marriage ceremony and this bond
Had been created well beyond
Her power to control or resist,
She was here Powerless
And if she had run
And if she had hid,
Her family would have paid the price for it,
They would have to live, a life of shame
She could not allow this in her name,
Her groom who was so much older
Went to great lengths to let her know that,
There was no choice
And no way out,
Of this fact she had no doubt.
So married she was, though under age
Another victim of legalised child abuse and no doubt rape,
All of this against her will
No chance to appeal,
Or show her rage
It's a ceremony of shame.
A son so dear,so precious and sweet.
You make me laugh you make me cry.
You full of you challenges you place before me.
You fill me with understanding of your way of being.
You now just turned 17 this April and I 41 in the same month.
You are early birthday present and I will never forget.
You make your mistakes, you have regrets, as well as flaws.
I forgive you for every wrong.for I know you don't know any better for you not old enough nor a men yet.for you still under age.
From a baby till the age you are now you still adorable as can be. I am proud to be your mother and I am glad you are my son. For you are indeed Jason Anthony that's the name I bless you with and that's who you will always be.
Limerick: Once Japanese Robot lied about its age
Once Japanese Robot lied about its age
To an American Robot under age
At marriage registry
Paid haemophrodite fee
That night in shed they locked jaws in mad glad rage.
One said: “If only I knew your true old age
I would not have stooped so low to engage
You in pédophilie
Despite the reduced fee!”
Said the other: “Shut your trap. Open your cage!”
All night they toiled without oil or French vintage
Pungent fumes coursed through finely wired visage
Love counter showed much glee
-Unusual degree-
Neither side of Pacific need take umbrage.
Hiroshima Nagasaki sheer mirage
Robot lingo spout like Zen-type soul adage
Nuts bolts screws a-plenty
War rights out of country
Robots join dumb Robots in Atomic Age!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
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So glad grace has no asterisk
I take another long sip
and the bottle is gone.
I shatter it in a fit of rage.
Why is my life so messed up?!
What did I do wrong?!
I shiver.
It's cold and I forgot my jacket.
I'm too drunk to care.
I'm staring up at the sky cursing God.
Then I see a shooting star.
I squeeze my eyes shut around the tears.
And I wish.
I wish for a new life.
I wish for a new family.
I wish for a jacket....
I wish for a new bottle.
Anything that will make me feel better.
I open my eyes.
Through my whiskey induced blur,
I see the shards.
It's late.
I'm cold, drunk, and under age.
I should probably go inside....