Titless Poem

My mother 
is a titless poem
My father 
A condom gathering dust by the bedside
And my sister
A lewd man with a few girls 
My poor brothers
Doing military service to get married
And I, an end of line teacup 
Fell on my bum one night
My lip chipped and 
My father threw me 
Out of the house
"Go get lost you waif"
My hands had gone roaming
In childhood 
by themselves 
Like this world
With legs spread 
wide open

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