Go on, have a poem. I insist.

Thursday 26 January 2012

Let your children paint...


My friend is having problems, it’s really rather bad,
And I think it may have started when he fell out with his dad.
He wants to be an artist; he’s made that very clear,
But his dad believes that art’s a poor excuse for a career.

A few years on, things are worse; his dad is in the ground,
He’s got an awful lot of anger, he’s very tightly wound.
He needs an outlet to deal with what is eating at his core,
But instead he’s joined the army; he’s off to fight a war.

The war has not done much to help his anger it would seem,
If anything his views are tending more to the extreme.
I don’t know how, but now there’s millions who’ll obey his every order,
And it would seem he’s sent an army marching through the Polish border.

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