social work

The kids at work

Their miseries

The violent dads

Muted mothers

many cousins near and far

and brothers born to war

Nike shoes

and tablet time

Family Counseling

German class

Another baby on the way

the grades are going down

Tiktok

Football

Travis Scott

And coca cola

Books are shit

And when I leave that place I smoke

To think about the things I heard

My mother doesn‘t beat me with Crocs anymore

Because I‘m strong now

You are 11

It doesn‘t mean what you think it means

I‘m almost done with work

She sees in me what I don‘t have

And I‘m not one to be a dad

I push away the pure of heart

My lap stays vacant

Can‘t lose my job

I paint his nails

Because he asked

He‘s way too young

To understand

Why dad is mad

I guess I tried

They always ask if I‘m a girl

I‘m always short of what to say

I‘m neither but I can’t explain

The whole thing

They are six years old

And where to start

How deep to go

The holocaust

What age is fine?

To dumb it down

Or tell the truth

And if I don‘t

The algorithm will

I take beer shits

At the morning shifts

And put a band-aid on a hand

Of someone crying way too early

Thirty bucks an hour

Two days’ work to pay the rent

Another two, supply my smoke

And half a day for all the snus

Required to grease the wheels that grind