A Good Boy

Written February 22, 2003

He’s a good little boy.

People never knew.

He wanted to do the right thing.

In time he’ll pull thru.

Takin’ an no givin,

makes for a shitty way of livin’ ;;

but he’s a good boy.

 

Broken dreams…

not sure how,

to go back and get what he needs now.

He’s a good boy.

 

Short lived life.

Damaged choices.

Awake too long?

Hear those voices?

He’s a good boy.

Such a good little boy.

 

Lies to the soul…

As the fear unfolds.

Thinkin’ bout…?

Gotta get out.

You won’t get far.

No matter where you go…there you are.

He’s a good boy.

 

They paid no mind, to the crime,

they committed on the boy.

He didn’t complain.

What a good little boy.

 

Snake bites strong; upon a vein.

Vacant eyes?

Somethings wrong.

Forever stained…?

homeless…?

strayed….?

Good little boy ? How are you known?

Good little boy…find your way home.

 

The serpent that bites…with only one fang ;

your sanity no longer to remain.

Good little boy?

The final bell rings out your name.

He’s a good boy… such a good little boy.

 

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