Your child is bugging mine with his
squeezes of the cheeks in jest,
accusatory lies, ugly words,
a bothersome cock-
roach, don’t you know I want to
shake some sense into you?
The other day your child marred mine
with a binder, in the hall after
final bell, a scratch on the arm
twelve inches long, all for nothing?
Do you hear me, lady?
Are you going to just lock him
in the basement with a computer
and some guns while you dine
with friends at happy hour?
Or are you going to retake the
how to keep your kid safe
from bullies seminar,
because your absence was
and is noticed.
Dear friends- What would you do?
Poetic inspiration~ dVersePoets: OpenLinkNight