Chicano Poet

Saturday, March 03, 2012

The Beautiful Boy

He was
a beautiful baby.

He was so cute
when he was learning to walk.

He tried to crawl
into the fireplace once.

His first word
was ( you guessed it) mama.

Lumps and bruises
when he learned to ride

his first bicycle
without training wheels.

He was an awkward teenager
tell me something new.

All in all
he was a typical boy.

Shy around girls
he could be a punk sometimes.

But he was a real good boy
until this morning.

He took a gun to school
and killed three classmates.

It must be true
beauty is only skin deep.


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