They taught me how to beat
children by example
I learned how to torture
How to hide as a child
under the bed beyond
reach of both my parents
Exactly as Larkin
wrote in This Be The Verse
this curse he knew my grief
You know nobody knew
not my friends their parents
nobody was mature
Truly savvy to see
to notice a small boy
much too quiet to speak
About how alcohol
makes people corrupted
uninhibited fools
Understand when I call
my parents drunken fools
really it was just dad
Guess he was under stress
as a flight controller
for cargo lines whose bent
Happened after hours
to drink until dawn drive
home too tired for belief
Trained as a child to hurt
as an adult I flipped
the room inside my head
My faith to do no harm
to others is process
not overnight I freaked
Early in my late teens
lost my mind lost all trust
in family and house rules
Tragedy for a lost child
turned wild acting out death
was my dream never sad
Obviously normal
people don't understand
the confusion and pain
Being both good and bad
not knowing the better
between sorrow and lies
Each day I ask the Lord
to end this misery
this injustice unsaid
Ask and you shall receive
I now laugh at the Church
as pointless and insane
Taught me to ignore harm
my parents inflicted
it was the seventies
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