<\/p>\n
It\u2019s for your own good<\/p>\n
my father belted.<\/p>\n
My mother did the same but<\/p>\n
at the dinner table with peas.<\/p>\n
Mr. Drury in Grade 7 had me<\/p>\n
write lines of PPPPPPPs<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s for your own good\u201d, he opined.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Cigarettes are now 10 bucks a pack<\/p>\n
and casinos $1,000 plane rides away.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s for your own good\u201d, they say.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Seat belts, sanitoriums and saints<\/p>\n
always a safe, sane step away.<\/p>\n
My wife, my ever, always wife<\/p>\n
books me monthly to see a doctor<\/p>\n
as much a dunce as a doc can be.<\/p>\n
All he offers are pills and pleasantries.<\/p>\n
Both saying, \u201cIt\u2019s good for you!\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Wars, weddings, sprayed green lawns<\/p>\n
papal proclamations and government edicts \u2026.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s all for your own good<\/p>\n
they declare when asked.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I am, my life now nearly done<\/p>\n
I have yet to truly taste what<\/p>\n
we call \u2013 free.<\/p>\n
I followed footsteps and danced<\/p>\n
for my own good, like I was told.<\/p>\n
Thinking back I now know how<\/p>\n
I came to be who I am<\/p>\n
this man, here and now<\/p>\n
finally at home in the world<\/p>\n
on edge, now so aware<\/p>\n
of what really is good for me,<\/p>\n
my flusher broke.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It\u2019s like one day you wake up<\/p>\n
And realize there ain\u2019t no jello tree<\/p>\n
and the gingerbread man has<\/p>\n
run out of your dreams or<\/p>\n
you find out the dictionary<\/p>\n
was written by a dyslexic pedophile<\/p>\n
and you head out the door to<\/p>\n
write your own.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Antigua, Guatemala<\/p>\n
October, 2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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