Cheap-shots shooter in the play ground
the winds cry mother but bullying beats grieving
never had the attention nor the hugs and love so here I am
the toad of Mind Un-poetic aside sanity with violent tendencies
a numskull with a pea-shooter for gun, a cocktail sausage in my pants
in the disgrace of my mind the wool lives and the winds cry this is a
sado-nonentity