I read a part of a big book today.
Then, I went out.
Small boy running through my house
Calling my girl ma’.
It was what I ‘as told to do.
I walk then, scowling
At ‘em all. Kickin’ stuff.
Circlin’ down and around.
Then, six cigs worth o’
Strollin’ and I got back
Home. I see ‘im an’
I know I gotta do it.
I gotta get over all those
Passed pictures in ma’ head
N’ raise ‘im. Praise ‘em both
Cuz I need t’ heal. Or
I’ll just keep starin’ at
The dredge at the bottom
Of this barrel ‘tween zero
And one and goin’ nowhere
‘cept in circles like some
Stupid dog on a chain.
So I pick him up.
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