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.