Janky Poems: Seep, seep, my dark anger

Seep, seep, my dark anger

Let my child sleep -- don’t shake her.

My child so dearly shaken -- disturbed.

We are all children I do concur

Let her sleep in her blissful peace

The moment she stutters a step forms a crease.

So how happily be her if she float

On a bed of beaming loves about -- Oh fear please!

Why do we pity the loss no one mourns?

What shatters us at the seams, intellect replies in scorns!

Must a child break in sympathy?

Whom lay on a bed of thorns.

Abhor I so the thought of pain

As an Intellectual I do disdain.