Selective memoryMature

A little kid is listening.

aborbing 'round them



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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