Johnny

I was bored in math class, and this story just kinda came to me, so I just wrote it down. This has nothing to do with my life what so ever. Lemme know what you think.

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Why late at night,

Do the parents fight
Over the right to choose
Which weekend to spend

with their son and daughter?

Those mothers and fathers,
don't understand
with all their shouts and commands,

their screaming and their big demands.

When they don't even realize

that their precious little Johnny

is selling drugs,

and not hugs,

to those big bad thugs,
to pay for an abortion,
maybe extortion,
who knows?
He doesn't have a clue,
now what should he do?
He could have had it all,
but instead he hit a wall,
and when he falls
he doesn't have the urge to get up at all.
He's just so low,
his brain's so slow,
turned into mush
because he wants that rush.
He fell into the sky,
was up so high.
Now he needs to choose
which right to lose,
the right to be lost
or the right to be free and choose,
from these chains that bound;
oh the pain! that he's found.
Now he's all turned out like his mother & father
with the screams and the shouts.

Oh this vicious circle.