Grab your umbrella for my latest scribble. Titled Rainy Day Parade
(NB this is a first draft, final results may vary).
Looks like all fallacies become
Self-fulfilling prophecies, huh?
You’ve no idea, life without dad?
Really?! Poor you, that’s why you’re sad?
I wrote the book on this supposed
Life you’ve had.
I was eight, Mother’s Day morning
Mum trying to be strong. Asking
Where? Why? But my dad was gone.
I was sent to boarding school, beaten,
Bullied, hated. Difference is I’ve lived
A nightmare thinking ’bout that stuff.
Daily school beatings, so much anger
Aimed everywhere, mistakenly. Not
At some sperm donor who bolted.
Tried to run from me, but tripped, fell
Broke his legs
You lie for sympathy. Hurt others.
i had to learn how to mend myself.
To walk again I’ve made mistakes.
Made me much stronger than him
Made me the man I am. Granfather
Time, to stop
These damaging lies. Truth is, you’re the
Only one who believes your home-made
Horror story. Look out behind you! Its
The door-smashing axe-wielding bogey
Man! I hope he’s not too drunk. No angel. No devil either.