She Wonders

Her kids came to her, noisy with toys in their hands

Finding someone who’d teach, who’d play with them

“Fuck off!” She yelled, it’s just not her day

Busy as hell, she’d no time for play

She brought them out, for beers and laughs

Taking pictures of glasses and the fun of getting drunk

Balancing her steps, holding the kids in her hands

She staggered as she walked, for she was heavy in her head

She adjusted her shirt, pulled by men around her

A coquette having fun, with the straps on her shoulders

Home she was at, finally after a night

The kids by themselves, without saying goodnight

She crashed out on the bed, wearing nothing underneath

Her kids saw everything, too young to know anything

Now she sits home alone, holding on her chair

Her kids aren’t around, she wonders she’ll see them

One is sleeping around, made pregnant everywhere

The other is in jail, for crime she wasn’t aware

Looking at their photos, she wonders if they’ll be home

She wonders what went wrong; she picks her phone and call

“Fuck you!” was what she heard

The sentence that made her hurt

She wonders where she was wrong

For the life she is living on


41c1d-originalAndy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people. He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You. He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.



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