Aborted Hangers
I am the hanger that hangs the clothes
I am the hanger used to scratch the battered back
I am also the hanger used to beat the wife, discipline the children and half-starved dog
I am the hanger this family lives in
Snuck away from their country in the middle of the night
I am the hanger used to get a signal on the old T.V. found out back
And I am the hanger that ended her misery and that of her unborn child in an attempt to save that child from the misery of life in a failed attempt of abortion
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