Scrambled
i have no time for you
the child with a bat
spoilt like a brat
is that childhood
really coming back
i am sure you –
have no time for me
but as i think about it
i know if we offered –
to make the bed
even if we do not put –
duvet on
it is all said and done
some people –
just want the emotional attention
because the emotional affair
keeps them afloat
stamp your feet
and maybe someone will listen
changing gear, changing lanes
sort out your scrambled learning
James Garratt – Monday 22nd September 2014
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Scrambled – Written Monday 22nd September 2014
