Good editorial piece from Dita de Boni in the New Zealand Herald on the killing of Karl Perigo-Check. Made me remember a poem I wrote many years ago upon over-hearing the poor little boy in the house in front getting a bollocking for something similar. In that case at that time of day it was the mother who was the abuser (which is not to say that the father wasn't as abusive also). They moved soon after that incident. Of course I rang Child Services immediately and held the phone out for them to hear the tirade.
Mothers
the mother is screaming you poohed your fuckin pants again I’m fuckin sick of it you’re not a baby anymore you know you’re not allowed to do that at kindy are you are you
the mother gave her kids up to the father even though he’s hardly fit certainly no more than she but she felt they were stealing her life she wants to work she wants her new boyfriend to stick around she doesn’t want to lose her house to debt she doesn’t want to lose her house
despite the likelihood of sons turning out like dads the mother wants her kids to have a relationship with their father now he’s out of jail for kidnapping assaulting and raping her they can see him in person do things with him
her son’s just come out her pride and joy oldest boy left the Air Force taken his beau and went home to mum but she’s not having him her religion’s against it never mind her younger days when she swung any way and got paid for it
Copyright (2001)
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