Upstairs

I have spent the whole week

Struggling to speak

To my youngest son, who has been

Quite determined to press

Every button to stress

His disgust at the current regime. 
He has screamed, he has wailed 

He has fought and has railed

‘Gainst the system within which he exists. 

What he hasn’t devined

Is that he will be confined

In his bedroom

Until he desists. 

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2 responses to “Upstairs”

  1. I know the feeling, well done!!! (staying calm)

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    1. Thank you, he’s only five but he has the tenacity of a dinosaur

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