This was written by my poet friend Adam from Kentucky. Like excellent poetry always does, his words convey so much more than the written lines. I am honored he let me post this on my site.

BIG EASY CHAIR
THRONE FOR THE KING
PEACEFULLY SLEEPING
BIG GAUDY RING

HOLD MY BREATH
ASCEND THE STAIRS
THERE IS A MIME IN THE KITCHEN
WHO KNOWS IF SHE CARES?

INTO MY HAVEN
QUIET AS A MOUSE
I FEEL THE RAGE FROM MY CAGE
THERE IS A MONSTER IN THE HOUSE

MAYBE HE WILL DIE
MOST LIKELY HE WILL WAKE
IS THAT FOOTSTEPS I HEAR?
MY BODY STARTS TO SHAKE

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE A MAN?
BUT YOU KNOW I'M ONLY ELEVEN
AT LEAST IF I DON'T SURVIVE
HE WON'T BE IN HEAVEN

THE FOOTSTEPS STOP
OUTSIDE MY DOOR
AS I SLIDE UNDER THE BED
THE TEARS START TO POUR

IN WALKS THE KING
HANDS MADE INTO FISTS
IT WILL ONLY GET WORSE
IF I TRY TO RESIST

WHEN ITS ALL OVER
IN WALKS THE MIME
"ITS ALRIGHT NOW, BABY,
WASN'T SO BAD THIS TIME"

I DON'T KNOW WHICH IS WORSE
THE CRIME OF BEING BEATEN?
OR THE MIME IN THE KITCHEN
THAT JUST GOES RIGHT ON EATING

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