My charm has worked , my flowers have bloomed
I have been allowed freedom
For the days am quiet
Am free for as long as am mute
My mum is sick , my dad is drank
I have been let from a leash
Am high on gin
My head has been on the plate
For them to prick
Sucking in the pain
A delight of sorts
The mouse in the house
Is spying on us
The boots like the flag
Stupidity at its best
They call it a challenge
I call it nonsense
I say am not free
Because am afraid!
©bushwar
B