'Too Bright Lights'

From the "Too Bright Lights" NeuroMystical Poetry Collection: 006. Lilypads 'Son of ah, B———!' ………………… Let's rewind A little in time One lil misstep Where I crossed the line It wasn't my fault! The Blue rippled clear Lilypads are inviting With ropes swinging near I rushed ahead And ignored the pain Of mother's word dread Filling up in my head 'Come on Tee!' I screeched out with glee She hopscotched along 'You're coming with me!' On those green lilies I came! And I went! Swinging from ropes Till our little hands spent I guess I was tired If I'm being honest with you And I guess, mother dear Should have let your voice through I slipped! And I crashed! The lily pad with my knee It just hurt so bad! When it started to bleed! 'SON OF A BITCH!' MY frazzled lungs bellow Upsetting a fellow Who refused to stay mellow I rocked, and I cradled My angry, stung knee But as I look up Gasps chained two or three