The State is a Chill Parent

by Jo Lady

come into my steel cold arms
I will protect you
from those
who dare
discipline you
in ways not ordained by me

your parents aren't qualified
I do not respect them
I judge

there are no rules but mine and
I create them at will
my will

You're safe in my metal grip
safe from conscience
from love

come into my cast-iron mouth
I will carefully
mold you
roll you
‘round my barbed tongue
or spit you into the streets

© Jo Taylor

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