14 August 2014


I banged my knee on the corner table
caught a ball in the eye, now black and blue
my face hit a wall and shattered my nose
I busted my teeth tripping up the stairs
my bruises are from falling on the floor
I twisted my ankle while in the woods
my clavicle broke while I was swinging
I slammed a few fingers in the car door
cut my funny bone so as not to laugh
you punished me enough, I quit, no more
bullied, picked on, tortured and degraded
I followed suite, practiced, a great pupil
now it is my turn, to turn it around
last thing I will do, is come after you

Regurgitated Reality
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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