The Runnaways Poem by Morgan Uptain

We've been running forever it seems
Our foreheads beaded with sweat
We are not in trouble by anymeans
So you needn't freit

We did not like our homes
They were not as good as they should have been
We are the children of the Jones
Our parents have commited a big sin

Both parents have commited adultery
The arguing never ends
We found a piculiarity
They keep making amends

So me and my brother
Left to see our grandmother