Musings by The Poet Loriet
Midnight Crisis
A twelve year old boy awakes,
tousled hair and sleepy eyes,
pajama'd feet padding the floor,
he tells his mommy goodbye.
A helluva way to live, son-
his concerned daddy says.
It breaks his daddy~heart
to see his sons eyes all red.
What was the reason for this
emergency midnight transfer?
I wish I could say house on fire
or some other obvious answer.
But the daddy jumped in to
take care of this sweet babe,
because his mommy was known to
abandon him so she could get laid.
A karaoke party, she said as she
curled her blonde lashes...
I'll be there to sing and drink,
and shake my selfish assets.
Just let me call my ex, she says,
already plotting her wardrobe...
She knows he'll come get his son,
afraid she'll leave him alone.
His boys are his priority,
wish for her I could say the same,
because they are far from her mind
when she screams her one-night-stand's
soon-forgotten name.
Lori Beal
tousled hair and sleepy eyes,
pajama'd feet padding the floor,
he tells his mommy goodbye.
A helluva way to live, son-
his concerned daddy says.
It breaks his daddy~heart
to see his sons eyes all red.
What was the reason for this
emergency midnight transfer?
I wish I could say house on fire
or some other obvious answer.
But the daddy jumped in to
take care of this sweet babe,
because his mommy was known to
abandon him so she could get laid.
A karaoke party, she said as she
curled her blonde lashes...
I'll be there to sing and drink,
and shake my selfish assets.
Just let me call my ex, she says,
already plotting her wardrobe...
She knows he'll come get his son,
afraid she'll leave him alone.
His boys are his priority,
wish for her I could say the same,
because they are far from her mind
when she screams her one-night-stand's
soon-forgotten name.
Lori Beal
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Midnight Crisis
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