POEM: Better Not Break A Leg
Dads versus lads. But he broke his leg.
He went home plastered from thigh to toe.
He couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone.
Couldn’t deal with the awkward silence
from his mates. He felt like such a fool.
So he decided to tell them he’d had
a breakdown, that he cuts himself
to take away the violence in his head,
that the depression is sometimes
so profound he can hardly face the day.
Yes, that’s what he’d say, to avoid
the shame of a leg broken by his son.
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