Custody of my son decided by a judge who could care less....(POETRY)
GAVEL With slender words he plays meek and humble Havoc beneath the surface of his Slick ideal Ready to swallow another piece of me To complement his 8-year locust meal. So many LIVES in the palm of his hand To the point that he Doesn’t care Because once his robe comes off He goes home to his wife... Sign in to see full entry.