I began to bawl while she knew nothing
about the body to catch
"You can't do that, Leo."
For three days, I responded, "yes sir"
I knew I was in trouble
I didn't think he'd appreciate this before
us swinging the bat and slashing a guy for him
for us, he was restrained in the cellar with the bodies
He kept staring at me,
chrissake he had to know
As far as I could remember, he hit me
Go on hit me harder, I dare you!
I thought this as if to say
a beating meant that I could do nothing
wrong
but oh how he was wrong
This was created out of sentences and words from a book, I picked out some pieces and worked them into a poem and revised it to flow collectively