He was a problem child
Anything you’d throw at him
He’d throw it back
He’d cast a light shadow on you concern
He’d wriggle and twist and turn
Putting everything on its ear
And you’d sift through all his nonsense
Trying to discern his logic and reason
Why was he bent on destroying your life?
Mimicking and building on your faults and weaknesses
Where you had failed or deceived he picked at
Like a monkey looking for fleas
You were a stressed stem
Narrow and oppressed
But then he’d grin at you
Beam at you
And your heart would ache with parental love
Until the next time or the time after that
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