Draw me a Picture
With a thick black wax crayon
grasped inside of a punch
and stabbed into the empty piece of paper
on the desk
coated in a baby's dribble which collects
and forms grease spots of grey upon white
chubby fingers pulse red
and the paper is beaten
creased and covered with black scribble
thick tyre tracks swerve
and the destruction is there for all to see.
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