I’ll Give You What For

howls my mother frown and furrow

spiked finger points a painted claw

something to cry about she mutters

stutter and howl, crybaby

boy crazy lazy

good thing you are smart

since you uglier than a miser’s heart

she smirks hands slappy

no mama I teeter tremble totter

no mama flee to my closet

bury in comic books in the dark

mother dancing out the hallways scratching

at walls

I come out for dinner daddy’s home

mama smiles eyeteeth like daggers.

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