Children, Teach Us well.

Pretty Printed Face
Stencilled Like a Lyre
Wash Me, Wash Me
Brows beaten
Stories Made, Bye Passe,
Maid Up by A Minion, Pillion,
riding, spreading,
Heavy dirt and grit and Grimes Fairy Tales
settles like a torrid son, Raze, burn, enflame...
So
settles as a Mumma Dear
Who, Who, Who,
Wounded
Like a wisened barking Owl
You, You, You
Eye, Eye, Eye,
Never wanted You, I,
To Come Home,
so instead, Eye Road, I Rode and
Indulged The Unwanted Prodigy
And Then Learned Slowly
As a High Drunken wanton, 
learned my repressive Life
Lessons Well.