My words don’t play together,
they do not stay in line.
They hang out with the wrong crowd,
cursing while they drink wine.
They stay up late and party
at someone else’s house.
I have to pretty-please the police
to get them out of jail.
I’ll have to leave them in the woods,
change my name and hide.
And hope they don’t live long enough
to find me and move in.

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