Pops

coachchriscoachchris Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada Posts: 749
edited November 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
a young boy, not nearly a man
suddenly finds himself looking over the land
tending to the cattle, managing the crops
all he ever wanted was...

everything he grew succumbed to disease
everywhere he looks is infested with fleas
the boy sits on the porch, clearly distraught
since all he ever wanted was...

you can't learn what you haven't been taught
within a tangled web of lies he found himself caught
all his hard work is proven to be for naught
yet all he ever wanted was...
and all that fucks him over is...

pops.
Adolescence in essence is all about trust.
Leaving is for the answering machine.
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