Crock Pot History

Oft he cried
No tears

Loudly

Pent up rage
Human pressure cooker

Wary were those who knew him

Hurt those who did not

Chastised for intelligence
Whipping boy to the elite

This rage though
It made sure

Cold

Calculating

Married to his intellect
It picked the moment
Accepting all wounds as he bided

He always said
He may be bloody
Bruised
Scarred

Aaaah

But he was right

He can still have children

Whilst they….
Well
They usually ran to mother
Crying

Perhaps they should not have started
After all
He warned them oft of violence

Many were his lessons

Painful they were for others

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