Take Joy In This Wall You Hit

Jody shat his drawers

Again and again.

Wouldn’t stop crying

In his effing playpen.

Fell and skinned his knee.

Wrecked his goddamn bike.

Broke his crooked nose comin’

Second in a fight.

Knew it wasn’t right but he

Set himself adrift.

Often bit his lip.

Listened quite a bit.

Finally gathered, if

The cryin’s gonna stop.

You have gotta plop,

Your ass upon the truth

Evil’s on the loose.

It’s looking for a roost.

And you will do.