Mar 05, 2007 21:47
Ira
We were
Untouched angels.
We were
Full of light.
We were
Full of laughter,
And we were
Full of life.
Then you were
Dark and silent.
And we
Could not predict.
When you
Would come unbolted
And you were
Prone to fits.
So we were
Always careful,
And we were
Very shy,
And we would
Stifle laughter
And we would
Never cry.
Because your
Hand was heavy
And your breath
Was strong
And it seemed
Between us
You’d be
Better gone
So we
Got the shovel
And we
Caved your head
And we
Got the hacksaw
And we
Hacked your head.
And I’ll
Tell you daddy
We are
Happy now
Because we
Know that no one
Would have
Helped us out.
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