Asking for a friend

How long will a child scream
before her lungs tire and
she realizes that her tantrum
will achieve nothing beyond
terrorizing our cat with endless
eardrum-shattering squeals?

Will she learn from this failure in
some way or is dogged persistence
the default setting for frustrated
kindergartners whose dreams of
candy for breakfast remain unfulfilled?

At what point will the wailing alarm
our neighbors enough that they call
the police to report a murder in
progress at our address?

Is it possible for a little girl to
drown in her own tears as they
stream down her anger-red cheeks?

Do you know any contractors with
experience in soundproofing a room?

Are teenagers easier?


About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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