Selective memoryMature

A little kid is listening.

aborbing 'round them

everything.

*

So when you say

"oh, she'll forget"

don't think you'll get

away with it.

*

Don't you recall

when you were small

and life was just a game?

of guessing what

the rest were saying?

*

and when you grew

you finally knew,

what they had meant so long ago

when you were then "too young to know."

*

Remember how it seemed ok?

the teacher spanked you

on your birthday?

*

I don't appreciate

growing up

and thinking back to how

fucked up

moments in my life developed

cause someone

thought that I'd forget it.

The End

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