somthing to ponder

[blame_the_music]

once on a yellow peice of paper,
he wrote a poem, and he called it chops,
because that was the name of his dog,
because thats what it was about,
and his teacher gave hime and A and a gold star,
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door,
and read it to his aunts
that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo,
and he let them sing on the bus,
and his sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair,
and his mother and father kissed alot,
and the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's,
and he asked his father what the X'z meant,
and his father always tucked him in bed at night,
and was always there to do it

Once on a peice of white paper with blue lines,
he wrote a poem,
and he called it "Automn" because thats what it was about,
and his teacher gave him an A,
and asked him to write more clearly,
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint,
and the kids told him, that Father Tracy smoked cigars,
and left the butts on the pews,
and sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses,
with thick lenses and black frames,
and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus,
and the other kids told him why,
his mother and father kissed alot,
and his father never tucked him in bed at night,
and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook,
he wrote a poem,
and he called it "Innocence: A Question",
because that was the question about his girl,
and thats what it was about,
and his professor gave him an A,
and a strange steady look,
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died,
and he forgot how the end of the Apostles Creed went
and he caught his sister,
making out on the back porch,
and his mother and father never kissed,
or even talked,
and the girl around the corner wore too much makeup,
that made him cough when he kissed he,
but he kissed her anyway,
because that was the thing to do,
and at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed,
his father snoring soundly

Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag,
he tried another poem,
and he called it "Nothing",
because thats what it was really about,
and he gave himself an A,
and a slash on each damned wrist,
and he hung it on the bathroom door,
because this time he didnt think he could reach the kitchen