Family

Circled,
circle,
circling.

Out on a limb,
a wim.

A shallow brimmed twat,
slaps the back of a stabbed loyal trick.

Beat every good soul,
with a breeze.
Half fanny'd,
sup in a rut,
tough love is nowhere near enough.

Push and grovel,
shovel.
This hovel's broken,
pained glass.

One punch to land on scraped knees.
Please,
please,
please don't leave.

Just fuck off.