Biscornu ~ Monday, July 28, 2025

As a child, a pin cushion, a skewed view
simply irregular, quirky, a boy

yes, bizarre, weird-looking, crooked, bent out
of shape, objectively straight, you drew
under the table, as children, a line

kill me, little older brother, a toy
nothing more, nothing less, without a doubt
order and restructure the universe
witness to my horror, I lack a spine

Terence xxxxxxxx xxxxxxx, born
entitled and privileged, right from the start
regrets are zero for a Leo, scorn
equality, lions kill without art
needless to say, sue the corpse in the hearse
coffin baby, a giant pin cushion
equity, diversity, inclusion

turbulent politics, peculiar, odd
haunts my memories, a tortured childhood
insolent brat, first-born, learns to do harm
serves to channel a latch-key kid, a nod

includes a Rolex watch, a parting gift
shrug my shoulders, move on, unloved, dead wood

sue me for defamy, set the alarm
trial lawyers settle out of court, libel
under the law creates a family rift
personally offended by these words
invasion of property, I trespass
despite quarrels in the bushes, no birds

squirrels bark, to awaken, as I pass
the unforgiven, no daily bread, spell
unworthy of this world, so tolls the bell
forgive and forget the terror that shapes
forever each step, this life, sour grapes