His father hated him and <br />Martin <br />an only child. Eighteen he was <br />the only time I met his old man when he strangled <br />Martin <br />with a garden hose. <br />As we chatted in the living room <br />his father came in <br />put an arm lock on <br />dragged him to the lawn <br />twisted the tube around his neck and yanked <br />twenty seconds later he <br />stuffed the brass spout <br />into Martin’s mouth <br />and turned the water on full force. <br />Thirty seconds later he pulled <br />the hose out of his mouth <br />and began watering <br />the lawn and Martin <br />as Martin <br />lay sprawled on the grass <br />gasping for air. <br />He didn’t want to do away <br />with his only son. <br />Torture was the game. <br />Laughing his old man said, <br />You’re all wet.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addicted-to-the-infernal-realms/
