misunderstood

Headmaster
Beastmaster
Backhead truth
(Grey matter)
Blasted
On plaster
Letters splattered
On the floor
Gathered
And etched on
His caskette
Salty Tears
Pitter patter
Like
Street children
Laughter
Father left
Early
Now he’s
Burning
In the pasture
Fecal matter
Grey matter
Spring’s stench
Worse
Than nuts
Of his pastor
Picked him up in a herse
Body parts
Scattered
Failed Attempt
To hang
From the raptures
Caught
Drinking liquor
From the Holy
Big dipper
Squeezing into
Cinderalls slipper
Swimming deeper
With
Little Dipper
Beat
Because he’s
A Flipper
The weaker
of survival
Internal
World War
Four
Mothers wondering
What happened
To her first born
Lost
In the Maze
Of Cyber
Childrens Porn
Pain too heavy
He couldn’t take it no more
He was forgotten
Love went rotten
He felt misunderstood