Conan the Barbarian, Lucas the Destroyer! ! ! !
Inspired by a maternal love
who lacks me some times
(see the title, you'll understand)
a negative poem to my dear son Lucas!
Living with him i learned more than i taught!
How is important have warranty and insurance
warranty for those objects that you like so much
Insurance for this moments that you lose completely your head!
My Laptop, treasured by me in secret hidden
passwords carefully chosen by Pentagon
The enemy saw, waited and broken
thousands pieces of my life in ground
(psychiatric hospital, please)
The digital camera, semi professional?
That rare book which was stolen from the library? The English dishes? From my family? ? ? ?
Could seem incredible, but in one day, done
The Barbarian has not pity! ! ! !
(no, not kill him, please)
Knowing your force and skills
Your brother, in a desperate attempt to stop the destroyer
gives to him my cell phone to dismantle. A joke! ! ! !
OH! Ability. Has no time to stop! Just few minutes, all parts beyond
But this 'boy' has a future, say his brother! !
(mother sedate)
yes, quality control, if resists to him......
Mom, Mom! ! ! ! ! !
But despite these dire and maddening skills
no warranty or insurance to support me!
He is my son! ! ! And i must love him! ! ! ! I think.
Lucas, when you go to your father's house? ?
God exists! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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