Poem based off the nasty attitudes I observed from white supremacists
My mom was and is never one to reason with anyone when she’s upset. First will come the physical violence and destruction then the questioning. She is the jury and she is the judge and her justice is swift and unmerciful for whoever crosses her.
Walking way from an argument that you could’ve won
Topless, I strolled into the store and heated myself up a bean burrito.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of her screaming. She went from last remembering being in the club dancing to waking up in a strange room
The car ride to the dock was awkwardly silent aside from the Christian music dad was playing. It made me uncomfortable to be honest, especially since my dad has a stash of porn mags, so much for godliness, eh?
Boozing on the job, floating down the river, and peeing in a staircase.