The Frustrated Life

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
This just keeps getting worse.

First its verse, then words turn terse,
finding fruition in the fission of

DE-STRUC-TION
aahhh
Sighs reveal lives,
torn apart by war ravaging
it's toll: Staggering
The family falls flat again.

Dad's gone, mom's wrong;
Their words are lound and hurt my little ears,
Mom says "Dad's had one too many beers."

Why?

On the floor she can't answer,
But the dark eye winks
(both are closed)
and I think,

"FUCK, Fuck, fuck.
This just keeps getting worse."

Keeps gettin' worse
But how much worse can it get?
Mom's Dead on the inside;
Dad's got his liver fried;
I'm tired of being minimized.

Fuck, FUCK, fuck.
This just keeps getting worse.

The kid isn't thought about,
So out I go,
Living in boxes, no place to call home
Till he took me in, arms open wide,
Telling me, Keeps telling me,
"There's nothing to hide."

Used and abused I left his house.

FUCK FUCK FUCK!
This just keeps getting WORSE!

White pony rides with chariots through my veins,
Eyes wide but perceive nothing in their gaze 'til
HE-The One True-
Found me in my haze
And said,
"My Son, I've got you."
Now NEVER, NEVER, NEVER,
Does it EVER, ever, hurt.

Afterword: Shannon and I wrote poems tonight in a timed slam. I'm sorry this can't be me reading it (maybe when I take the time to record video someday), but I typed it like I'd read it. We used the "Fuck, fuck, fuck/This just can't get any worse." from a customer (probably intoxicated) who was having a rough night and gave ourselves 30 minutes to write something. It's not something that I've ever dealt with (thank you Mom and Dad), but something I feel like America doesn't deal with daily and needs to confront: relationships and the safety of children in abusive homes.

=Nate