Bull in a China shop
Crash, bang, boom, destruction
Is all that comes to my mind
When I remember this time
My head full of hate,
Wishing harm upon his fate
He hit my Mum
A greater harm could not be done.
I must contain my hate
For a bull in a china shop knows his fate.
Ian participates in Megaphone’s community writing workshop at Onsite.
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