The many, The downcast, The ChildrenA Poem by w"The few, The proud, The Marines"
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
sat a young man locked in his room so full of hate. He wanted to know how anything could ever be okay ever since his daddy died and his momma flaked. It used to be games of planes, trains, trucks and guns, but then his daddy left to play with sand, fleas and bombs. His momma used to say, "Daddy's havin' so much fun" when in reality it was momma's fun that had just begun. There came a nonstop barrage of new men and then he was locked up in his room again hearin' all those moans, screams and cries knowin' then that his momma's words were lies. When the day finally came, they told him daddy died and reality finally became everything he had denied. Now, years later, with a new man on the throne he found that pistol daddy had made his own. Mamma never noticed a single day in his life and new daddy barely noticed the loss of his wife. © 2012 wFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on June 8, 2012 Last Updated on June 8, 2012 AuthorwCincinnati, OHAboutI climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..Writing
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