Considered Fit For Human Consumption

 

 

     She thought it was oh so funny

Did Mrs Mclure,

She laughed so much

And so, did her children,

Pointing and jeering at the boy

She used as a mop,

    

     It was oh so funny

Watching him dangle

Wearing his shorts that

Were holy and smelling of urine,

His hair curly and blonde

For the jealousy of the girls,

 

     They all thought it was

Oh so funny!

 

     They didn’t give a fuck for him,

Never ventured why he was scared,

Never gave credibility

To the fact he was given up

For adoption or that he,

Was subjected to a mother’s violence,

 

     They never asked where he

Got ‘that’ bloody nose

In nursery as he hid from

Grown-ups in toilets unhealthy,

They never asked why he was scared

To venture the cloakroom

And put it all down to the

Pinching of Tanya Horrocks crisps,

 

     Justice was served

Mclure would say,

For boys don’t grow hair

Fit for girls,

     They never thought of his fear

Not once did they consider

What had happened in homes,

 

     Evil he was labelled,

Yet evil he fought all his life.

 

Michael J Waite 19th May 2014.