April 26 by The Running Son
Boy, get up on that sofa there
tell me your dreams, I’m listening.
The world is cruel, huh?
It’s been unkind
(You make my teeth grind.
I could slay you
dragon, blot out your influence.
it’s your broken world,
your token whining
and broken timing, not mine.
Damn you! It’s wrong and unfair,
cramming for graduation tassels,
all my hassles, manifesting and prayer
and you sit there on my shrinking chair
twice as aware as I am?
You been here way too long.
Whatever.) Time’s up. (You’re gone.)
by Jim Aldrich