Age 17
I slip quiet through kitchen
***** blind for bed
In the 1 am night
Forgot the golf *****
I left lying there
One by one
They roll, they bounce
In a staccato poem
Of Oh hell
Yes, he flings door open
“Any more noise I will get my belt!”
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC
Age 17
I slip quiet through kitchen
***** blind for bed
In the 1 am night
Forgot the golf *****
I left lying there
One by one
They roll, they bounce
In a staccato poem
Of Oh hell
Yes, he flings door open
“Any more noise I will get my belt!”
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