This Rusted World

He was uncontrollable.

One second,
he's be in his playpen,
the next,
he'd be outside
with a spray can
writing his name
in his own language
on the side
of the house.

As he got older,
he stole things,
anything
he could get his
chunky lil hands on.

At school,
he was
a menace.

He was simply
bored
with what the teachers
were trying
to cram
into his enlarged head.

Our mother
and any man
she was with,
would try
and scold him.

Absolutely
nothing
worked.

His ass would be
bruised and broken,
but he'd still manage
to sneak out
and cause some more
havoc.

It seemed as if
there was no
solution.

Until...

Adderall came along.

The cure all drug
to make your
hyper ass kid
shut up
and behave
like a well trained zombie.

It's fucked.

Is what it is.

It was
the last
resort.

She was doing her best,
but as a single mother,
she needed
help.

The doctor said,
he has
ADD.
Here is a prescription for
adderall.
Have him take it
and you'll see a
traumatic improvement.

She did.

He did too.

He had no choice.

He liked pills too,
even birth control.

No one
should have done this.

No one
should be
tamed.

There are people
destined
to be mad.

He was one of them.

I don't blame
my mother though.

I never will.

I, too,
wanted to
kill him
at times.

We all have
something
to learn from this
experience.

If and when I have a
child
and they are nuts,
I'm not sure what
I'll do.

What I'd like to say
I'll do is
let them be
mad
and accept them
for who
they are.

Cause I know,
this world
would not be
what it is
without these
maniacs.

And who am I
to stop them
from helping
to evolve
this rusted world?