New poem. Nuff said.

HARD TIMES

Fathers frown upon the floppy,

The flagging, the soft,

Sentiment and dodging church.

Dummies.

Dad disapproves of alone moments

No matter how hard it gets.

Extend yourself numb nuts

And you will be rewarded with stature.

Ample Mama frets the fluids,

Chief Alpha Pop declaring

No stains. No beach. Align yourself

With your brothers. Mask nothing.

Abide. Or I will give you something

to cry about. I’ll inflict the day. Labour.

Bumps. Loads. Crowing cocks.

Substance. A crossroad or two.