The FIrst Day of the Rest of my Life
(poems go here) So one day I was sitting on the couch
My mom left the room
What was to come I really didn’t know
But my eyes were left in zoom
I sit there watching
A kid with his mom in a park
So interested and in tune
But then comes on Showtime after dark
In the past my mother warned
That if I touched the remote
My little ass would be torn
So I sat and I watched
And a monster was born
Mom was outside for she could not see
What was about to brew up in my little body
So focused on our landlord Rosie
She didn’t think twice about being nosy
So I watched and I watched
Even more interested now
What were they doing? Why? And how?
Up and down, left and right
Things going in and out of sight
A whole new world was forming
Cause I surely wouldn’t forget this in the morning
SLAM!! Goes the door
I can hear her coming
I turn the TV off
And quickly start running
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray dear lord my soul to keep
What was it that I witnessed tonight?
Please dear lord shed some light
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