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Children

by Barbara Griffith

I.
I'm tired of living inside myself, she said.
But when asked why, the only reply gotten was
I'm not a fan of incestual egocentricity.

II.
Sometimes i wish I had gotten a pony when I was small,
the little whispered to God.
Then I would know why daddy goes to 'horses.'

III.
Who lays me down to sleep, mother? wonderd the
young girl.
Any one without a penis, she retorted

06/09/2004

Posted on 06/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 06/13/04 at 06:13 AM

My first visit to your library has yielded an unexpected treasure. Excellent work, Barbara.

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