A Boy
Every Thursday night
Trembling with fright
A boy laid in tears
Wanting to be free
Hoping not to see
The source of all his fears
When he heard the creak
He dared not peek
For the boy knew what would take place
If he batted an eye
The evil would reply
"You are an utter disgrace"
The evil would turn
With breath that could burn
And begin to pummel and bother
A boy once proud and true
Was now black and blue
The evil was this boy's step-father
-Jeremy Turman
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