Childhood Misfortunes

Hop, scotch-tape

Now I’m stuck

Pluck, duck, chuck

Rocks are flying

Tip toe, tip-shard of glass

Broken window, woop of ass

Running, shouting, at the top

Throat is scratchy, since you stopped

Shoe laces bouncing, side to side

Forgot to tie them, now they lie

Stuck in bike pedal,round and round

Didn’t realize, until you found the ground

Knee scraped up, blood drips down

Ruined new shoes, frown

Go back home, with scuffs and dirt

She sees your wounds, from the turf

Then looks down, at your feet

You might wanna run, before your ass gets beat.


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