April 10, 2012
By Anonymous

When everything is okay,
You come in and make the peace cave,
You have one of law sever one of the branches from your tree,
And yet all of them fall but yours.
I'm not a criminal,
I'm not minuscule,
So why make me the axiom of your despise and ridicule?

The author's comments:
Dad tried to have me arrested for shooing him away from me and told the police I assaulted him. What else do you do when that happens? I write poetry.

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