I'M So Glad That My Grandma's Long Been Dead! Poem by Michael Gale

My Grandma used ta hit me hard...
She'd say ta me, 'are you a freakin' retard'?

My Grandma has been for a few years now long lastly dead...
I used ta have daydreams of as an adult going back to shoot that bitch straight in her head.

My uncle too...
I'd silently as a kid think to him 'just screw you'.

My uncles combat boots to the head really did hurt...
Every time he'd come into a room, to his attention i'd hoped he'd
to me to ignore or skirt.

My uncle would punch me his frickin' hardest deep into my tummy...
For a long time i'd constantly just sit still and take it alot, just like a brainless dummy.

My hallf sister Laura told a teacher at school...
We were whisked away off to foster homes and at first it was really pretty cool.

But after awhile my half sister and i were seperated into seperate rooms...
I fell on my head off the bed onto Lincoln logs that struck my head
and i stupidly cried after she begged me not to.

Me and her for along time we were kept apart for years of long lasting feelings that i would always feel that stays and looms...
Lonliness-The garbage of the bad memory that cannot possably be removed or swept from my mind as like with a lot of fast whisking brooms.

I never did see my sister dear until many many years and later...
I was in the Marines and visited her for a leave like vacation.

I hoped she did not think that my absence was to mean that of her
that i was a real mean sister hater...
Time was my enemy and whole goofy troubling time of instigation.

Now many and many more years real after and after...
I've not ever seen her and that is not even a reason to have from others, a time rude time of stupid dumb laughter.

My Grandma Butler is now happily dead and gone...
I hope to Heaven that she is doomed to an eternity of a well Hell spent awakening, dawn.