Written by m ennenbach

brat

if anyone sees
that snot nosed brat
that sat
crying alone
on mother’s day
tapping out the digits
to someone
twelve years
in the past
looking for the reason
he was never enough
just a bag of trash
on the side of
life’s highway
tangled in the concrete
separating the
fast lane from
whatever congestion
he always finds himself
bogged down in
if anyone sees
that snot nosed
little fucking whiner
slap him upside
his empty head
remind him that
he was crying
for something
he never truly had.

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