A Father's Love For A Teenage Son - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Who gave that almighty yell?
Like a giant with a rotten tooth ache.
"What in Lucifer's name" this sour taste?
"What in damnations name" that awful smell?
The likes of some teenage Jesus
One who hasn't?
Changed his innocence, or his britches?
Since first he had erroneous boyish itches.
Then, God with his Thunderbolt's
Struck; plunged a toothpick!
And dislodged the mucus, and sighed
"Be gone my son" into the world of madmen.
And, there finds a dovecot house
In a child's heart: Sublunary,
White as the driven snow
And there smothers it, as your own!
With giant bellows toxic groan.
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