Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem that features the idea of play.
Childhood
When they picked for sports teams
I was always chosen last.
I was terrible at playing tag.
I never could run very fast.
I was the wimpy kid
who never won a schoolyard fight.
My father came home stinking drunk
every Saturday night.
I lost myself in comics and TV.
Fictional characters were my best friends.
The best thing about childhood was
that it finally came to an end. - Jeff Barnes
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