A Real Boy

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I couldn’t lay my hands

On my sea-shoes

So I wore my in-line

Roller skates

I couldn’t find my toe-nail

Clippers

so I used my non-secateurs

To not

trim my toe-nails

I was unable to find a pen

So I smeared faeces

Up the wall in a simple

Emoji of a scholar

I couldn’t reach the top shelf

So I googled bucks-fizz

I wasn’t able to read

the small print

So I signed my life away

In the blood of African orphans

And then

I was a real boy



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