Liv

She laughs and hums a tune, says it's stupid to lie, this is what she does, a dog from its bone, you don't want a fight, just leave her alone, the elephant in the room, she gives another sigh, teenagers make her blue, always late to home, their ask a constant why, worries if they roam, like stepping in doo doo, she’s sick of denying, what is left to rue, guilty people do atone, but this same snuffled exercise, is like a runny nose, says it’s because of you, hand open to the sky, what is she to do, take up flying?