Guiseppe
To all the bullies, cheats and liars that came before. Give Pinocchio enough String – And he’ll hang himself Like a real man. A real man Your father forewarned you Of that – And his before that. Tears are for girls But fists that beat sunken skin And sallow eyes, Are for boys- And marionettes that dance To the beat of the trauma They never could quite Reconcile. But you cry…
















