Lizbeth sits
at dinner
her mother
sits across
the table
her father
on her right.
"How was school?"
Mother asks
eyeing her.
"The school *****
Lizbeth says
looking down
at the plate
of beef stew.
Her mother
stares at her.
"What do you
mean by *****
Her father
says nothing
as usual.
"Waste of time,"
Lizbeth says,
"brain washing
us with ****
Father chokes
on his beef.
"That's enough
of that kind
of language,"
Mother says.
Lizbeth wants
Benny up
in her room
stark naked
lying there
on her bed.
"You go there
so they can
educate
all of you,"
Mother moans.
Lizbeth stops
listening
let's the words
go over
her young head
like dark birds.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Lizbeth sits
at dinner
her mother
sits across
the table
her father
on her right.
"How was school?"
Mother asks
eyeing her.
"The school *****
Lizbeth says
looking down
at the plate
of beef stew.
Her mother
stares at her.
"What do you
mean by *****
Her father
says nothing
as usual.
"Waste of time,"
Lizbeth says,
"brain washing
us with ****
Father chokes
on his beef.
"That's enough
of that kind
of language,"
Mother says.
Lizbeth wants
Benny up
in her room
stark naked
lying there
on her bed.
"You go there
so they can
educate
all of you,"
Mother moans.
Lizbeth stops
listening
let's the words
go over
her young head
like dark birds.
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