Unfortunately, inspired by a late night visit to Wal Mart; saw a father with a little boy about three years old with quite a cold, very stuffed up, nothing to wipe his nose on; and "daddy" berated this child as he walked around the floor with the child in the grocery cart seat and bought his beer and steaks and wine coolers. Not even a box of tissues for the child, just cruel words no child should hear.
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This is saddening with reading your explanation...and would be even without but could be taken in as describing any kind of relationship. Father & son, wife & husband, mother & daughter, etc...love all the strong, hard hitting words.
humanity is lacking in the humanE department these callous days~ tragedy upon tragedy~ the innocent strung up in a repetitive cycle~ on and on the wheel of devastation spins~
I was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake.
I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand.
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