They are sheep-wolves.
The most unpleasant pleasant people.
The nice uncle and aunty
The very ones that beg my mummy not to beat me.
They are manimals,
Seeking to devour my soul
Wanting to corrupt my innocence
The niceties is only a front they put up.
They are nicely evil.
The sweets from them is the reason I have unending jedi-jedi.
Mama said not to allow anyone touch my sensors,
The aunty makes me touch hers.
Papa said I am the Lord’s temple,
Uncle constantly seeks to worship in me
I wish mama and papa could understand.
The tantrums I throw each time I’m being taken to them,
Its like a sheep taken to the slaughter.
I’m not stubborn,
I’m just human.