I am terrified of following that link. This poem fits many of my moods. Looking back, not everything is roses but my childhood could have been much worse and this is a good reminder of that.
Sorry readers. I needed to edit a little, a couple lines were counter intuitive. The Pat Benatar song was my first choice. I chose a second one but forgot to copy, still leaving the Benatar song on my clipboard.
Shit 32 I was ready to write you a serious note on this entry. I hope it isn’t reflective of your life in any way but I’m thinking it is in a little way. I had no idea Benatar grew up like that, damn.