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If I had a Son

If I had a Son

A Poem by AB_INS_SUBITO

In the depths of a fruitless nightlife,
sitting calmly on a cold bench looking towards the unwilling compulsive freedom
if I had a son he would be with me,
his tiny trembling hands in mine
I would teach him a strange sense of humor,
to laugh out loud and laugh loud cynical whenever he feels loved
I would instruct him to be cruel and deaf
I would advise him to never wave goodbye
I would hate him to protect him and reward his solitude
He would grow up and become a sorrowful man - building walls around his realm
A thief but not a master
A starving mind with hysterical tears of sweat in his slimy eyes
Each time just the adulterer, 
nor the lover, nor the friend
He would be the drunken fool, a timeless but slummy cowardly chicken, 
that fades in storms and feels just pain to justify
If I had a son he would be angry, 
because I spared him all the lullabies and read him headlines instead
I would drag him to a Nightclub
I would sell him cheap Champagne
A walking mess in constant denial of how twisted he really is 
He will have no manners and brag about the lies he used to tell
I would teach him self-interest
I would teach him - how to ruin lives
In the depths of a fruitless nightlife
walking calmly towards the moon
if I had a son, 
my son would be like you

© 2019 AB_INS_SUBITO


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Wow, this is a bitter, sad and disturbing reality of life and humanity. Sounds like you have been hurt badly in life and used and abused by others. And that is why you feel so strongly this way. And to me, that is so heartbreaking and sad. To want to close off to the world and humanity in general and be cynical and find solace in being alone and isolated from this cruel world. That would just teach him that everyone is like this. When reality is they are not. Don't tar everyone with the same brush so to speak. You just have to learn to trust others and not rush in and believe everything everyone tells you. Listen to your gut feelings and learn to read people and their faces. To know if they are honest and true.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Onlyme

5 Years Ago

ps I do understand where you are coming from. So don't think I don't relate. I do.

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Added on December 2, 2018
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