Penny Poem: The Juvenile

The young and wild,

run and scream.

Gleefully like a child,

they played by the stream

Years later,

very few remain.

Lost in the favor,

of the adult regime.

“CEASE LIL WHELP!”

Called the adult wielding a fist.

“PLEASE HELP!”

Called one, ceasing to exist.

The child ran till he fell dead.

Then grew an adult, grotesquely out of his head.

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