why are you so angry at the world son

standing in front of a judge he asked Me
why are you so angry at the world son
I remember thinking you don't have the 
time to read that book
An I'm Not Your Son !
all I could say was I was tired of being the victim
you could see the questions in his eye's
but that wasn't a story to be told in a court room
how do you even begin
 
well it's like this your honor it all started when
I was left face first in the mud of a irrigation ditch
by a man that liked little boy's who thought I was dead
And by the way do you know how cruel other kid's can be
when they find out
you liked it didn't you you little fagot
grown ups look an point an whisper to each other
like it was something I did wrong
then there's the fuckers that just keep pushing the buttons
till you PUSH BACK! 
which then leads to getting your ass kicked
 
But you know what judge ? each time you get your ass kicked
you learn how their doing it an you learn to counter it
and as you can tell I was a good student
I don't get My ass kicked any more
 
I have zero tolerance for mean ignorant people 
and I'm The One Kicking Ass Now
 
but No I just stood there an took the weekend in jail
figuring I'd Be Back
 
 
~ D Donner ~
Author's Notes/Comments: 

back to my quest to drag demons out into the light/

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allets's picture

A Kicked Ass Poem!

You speak for far too many. Literally a kick-ass poem...bet the other guy has enough pain for the memory to last a lifetime - This telling happens on so many levels - sit back and savor the retribution. The truth is nobody's business anyway. slc