Too Many Chads; Dedicated to Molested Boys

 

There Is A Dragon in My Gardwn

“But, he was just a boy ~

For goodness sake”

He played in the fields like others

But he stumbled upon the snake

His eyes brown and fair-headed 

His skin translucent with freckles

And the serpent saw his innocence

It seductively corrupted any blissfulness

Of the eagerly seeking adventurous youth

Twisting him on a path lower than the highway

Specially crafted for the youngster kid

But, he missed it, chasing the horned-toad

Thinking within a single sole-second

Missing the fork on the path

Junctures unforeseen and then

Lost his way in adolescents 

Lingering on benches, joints and hotels

Tricks, gangs, railings and joints

Meeting lost souls of quintessence

Zombies with no promised existence

Walking dead with no mother to turn

Found steel bars and orange stripes

Grey walls, putrid food, constant gripes

Men meaner than Rottweiler dogs

Ready and willing to take part

Another slice of his hardened heart

From a fair-headed innocent lad

Playing in fields with other cheerful boys

However, stumbled upon a poison snake 🐍

Has made all the difference in the world

Of a fair-headed innocent lad

The story of way too many Chads

©2017 BJ

Thanking all lovely thoughts today

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