Tina Chan

Back To Your Play Pen - Poem by Tina Chan

Back To Your Play Pen
How you thoroughly enjoy trafficking young girls
Into your crib where you insinuate callous snide, non-stop ill judgments
For you destroyed my spirit
Drained me straight to my heart's core

Back To Your Play Pen
Too young to know of your wrong doings
Too ignorantly blind to care of the damages inflicted
For I was in distressing purgatory pain!
As you have never felt the pain
Consumed by your vile materialistic arrogance
Of your disrespect veneer peeled to force mini-skirts, skinny jeans, heavy cosmetics, bulky leather handbags, short coat, and six-inch stiletto shoes
A denoting time bomb waiting in your uncultured disrespectful world

Back To Your Play Pen
Where your folly will consume you to be stricken with sickness
Your playgirl dollies of "constant" shall see the transparent personality
Specious and stolid
Lacking solid substance
Spoiled, spoiled rotten little child
Behold the royal petulant kid!
Cry and cry "who's your Baby Daddy now? "
Save the drama for your mama dude
Baby boy, crawl back to your play pen!

"A fool's mouth is his undoing, and his lips are a snare to his soul." (Proverb 18: 7)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012

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