Speak Up!

When I, merely a teenager, took up drums.

Soon, taking lessons. Music store owner himself.
A short squat fellow. All accounts, well versed.

But soon asked several awkward sexual questions.
I began being uncomfortable.
Even with a friend with me to witness my lessons.

Quit lessons. Continued drumming.

Decades later. I told my father why I'd quit lessons.

I weep for innocent children. Their childhood stolen by monsters.
I weep for children in much harsher circumstances.
Who's destiny's irrevocably altered.

Now he's jailed. Molestation. Child porn.

If I ever see that fat fuck again. I'll wring his fat fucking neck.