Automatic Sons
by Kirby Wright


You taught us
The importance
Of doing what you said

Not seeing
What needed to be done.
Through instructions,

You undermined
Our ability to feel.
Now you stand

In Depends
Directing a penis
With shaky hand,

Squirting amber
Into the tall grass
Beneath your window.






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