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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green line
He wrote a poem
And he called it ‘chops’
Because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny nails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father ht the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in at night
And he was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it ‘autumn’
Because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother didn’t hang it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint
And the kids told him
That father Tracy smoked cigars
An left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
When he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And called it ‘innocence: a question’
Because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the apostles creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the back porch
And his Mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring silently

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And called it ‘absolutely nothing’
Because that’s what it was all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damn wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could reach the kitchen

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Perks of Being a Wallflower <3


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