whose was worse,
childhood to me or childhood to you?
sleep sleep away quiet in the night,
a grenade , a gift from father,
window-silled each and everyday,
sleep sleep quiet in the night,
don't let a cat in there
to let it roll away.
now that's a good boy
what a room to love,
his tiny ammo shop
pinned-in and fully loaded
everyday.
what a declarant to britain,
as his owner, even in the night.
what a man I found,
something tells me
they really didn't want you.
whose was worse,
childhood to me or childhood to you?
table hacking or grenades?