Somewhere In Time A Child's Abuse Is The Lifely Crime. Poem by Michael Gale

Twas i in and out of many a foster home as a child...
From a broken home i originated crazy and wild.

My mother would beat me in a tantrom'ed rage...
While'st stuck with relatively uncles and a grand mother who would beat me senseless with their combat boots and two fisted stage.

Punched in the gut with fist's of fury...
By my crazy uncle without a trial by a defending lawyer or even a jury.

Uncle Ronnie's combat boot was swiftly addressed to my head...
After awoken-I'd thought i was dead.

Uncle Pee Wee was the good one that was good to me...
Who would have thought that he'd go to prison for killing his wife
with a metal frying pan to the skull?

Who would care or who would know? ...

I stayed in the sixth grade for way too long...
In and constantly out of foster care was my childhood's anthem song.

How would i grow up to be a good honorable member of a civilized
society? ...
With good schooling and a good work ethic i'd have to really try.

That grandmother finally has died...
If i seemed sad, that would be the world's biggest tale lied.

It's hard to climb a ladder of school grade climbage....
When as a child you go to way too many schools due to
too many fostered homes due to broken home'd livage.

I used to climb many tall chicago building's roof's...
Life was boring but better staying away from a parentlessed goofs.

My father and mother were always arguing an angry heated rage...
But for me that only set up for me a most disturbing childhood stage.

My mom would lock my dad outta the apartment...
He'd break down the door and then call the cops.

Someone mollested my little sister when i was at one of my many schools in time...
I think it was my crazy mother who commited that crime.

My other half sister had gotten us away from our bad grandmother and her boys...
She told a teacher at our school which removed us from that
most hated situation-We were no longer our mean grandmother's
personal punishing toys.

I cannot wait until my mother dies...
She is one crazy bitch that i mostly hate and despise.

There was a mental inbalance in my mother and her family tree...
That family traite is a traite of being totally bloomin' crazy.

My mom was in and out of insane asylums....
She once said she saw a gorrilla driving a car while smoking a cigar.

I guess in life i was predestined to never go far...
At least i'm not overly hairy and smoke a cigar while driving a car.

She my mother was crazy by far...
Because of her my sister and i had not seen each other for over thirty years.

My sister suffered a most horrible crime....
Due to our mother-Us siblings had lost a lot of togetherness in time.

I finally found my sister due to a message left for me on the inter net...
We met each other and she was at my wedding.

My wife and i were wedded on Valentine's day in the town where they filmed the movie Groundhog's day....
That day in memory for me will eternally stay.