papa rap

papa rap
lay it on my lap
lay on my legs
and beg

all this crap takes me
down a peg or two
bad sagging head
wee papa man
is dead

dead head chewing dirt
all this supposition
leaves me colder, colder,
ringing bold lines
singing sad songs

miming hums the words
I always meant to
speak and never did
papa rap
knock   and forgive
knock   and forgive

the future is red
Demeter's Fields
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