GROWING YEAR BY FEAR

By one I was done
I didn’t know what to do at two
Believe me, I was far from free at three
Four was a bore
At five I didn’t wish to survive
At seven I was ready for heaven
I learned how to astronomically hate at eight
Then at nine I took to wine
I was repulsed by most men at ten
I learned there is a Hell and Heaven at eleven
no one cared to delve in to 12
ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen
Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen
The universe turned mean at fifteen
And I was mentally sick at sixteen
I O.D.’d and it was heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen
At eighteen I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and dehydration the rich chose to ignore
And at nineteen….well, need I say more?
© 2011.…Phreepoetree