Childhood dinner

Sitting at the table 
Like a big fat pig, 
My childhood for starters 
Main
and 
Dessert,
You pick through my entrails 
Fingering my nerves,
Sucking the marrow from my soul
I know I can survive this,
Yet it shapes the intent for years to come,
Now I’m left 
Aggressive 
Confused,
I’ll raise my own like a saint 
So fuck you, you big fat pig !