Hush Hush Baby Don’t You Cry
Muggles in struggles with bears;
The old man can’t get up the stairs;
Can I get a hallelujah?
I ain’t gotta go to Ashtabula,
As if any of you readers even cares.
Of course, contrails connecting are real;
Didn’t you viscerally love Mrs. Peel?
Can I get an amen?
I never want to see her again;
Are milady’s eyes aquamarine or teal?
But then they took her off life support;
Can’t find answers in congress or court;
Can’t I ever get out of here?
Cried all out, haven’t a tear.
Tout le monde se morte.
Maryland to Austin to Florida;
CNN, KXAN, ABC, and la dee dah—
Where the hell are the parents?
Drown ye bastards in your Kardashian currents—
So blasé; all that night wailing by Mama and Papa.
Posted on March 22, 2018, in Poem and tagged dead nkids, done, guns and child love, kids killing kids, life support, Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School, Mark Anthony Conditt, Media insensitive coverage, no parental influence, no parents, parental responsibility, parkland. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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