Didn’t like being screwed,

At four years old then again at twelve,

Told if didn’t and could was being rude,

Bent over a low hanging shelve,

Banged then beaten with a belt,

To tighten up for the next,

A paltry five dollars as payment,

Forced, never gave consent…

Grew into same,

Bloody shame,

No fault of own,

Tore many a cavity,

With a great big bone,

Cared nothing other than getting a nut.

Thought those that took only to be a slut…

It came to pass,

Prison for same,

Hard though it was, changed,

His pain and regret still overwhelming,

From his family he was estranged,

For a long time he thought himself deranged,

No longer does he search for young ass,

Sits at home now and smokes his grass…

€ ed- 8/2/13