Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #311

Look At The Mess
by Belinda Roddie

Look at the mess you made, you little fool!
I ought to box you 'round your little ears
and deal you such a sharp, mean blow that you'll
dread waking up each day throughout the years.
You deserve every scar and every bruise
you earned from me, and your idiocy
just gives me a chance to paint more tattoos
with my fists, ignoring you when you scream.
Some people might call me abusive, and
I say they're full of shit; they can't judge me.
I show my strength because I am a man,
and I know how to raise my family.
And you dumb brat, I'll mold you as I wish,
'til you're just like me. That should do the trick.

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