UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY (WHILE AVOIDING RAISING SPECTERS)
by The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances
That is how I came across this poem written about 4 years ago for reasons I cannot remember.
Patrue, mi Patruissimo
Enough is Enough
Like schoolchildren during the Roman Empire
you don’t know it’s not going to last
though your father goes on about the end
when he’s drunk
which is always
and mom is too busy
with your little brother who has ‘problems’
that good beatings don’t do a thing about
so what’s left for you to do?
I mean, really?