You don’t know
nothing.
Milk jug in
your face
and you cry
for milk.
What?
Today, we went
to Wales,
another
country, and you didn’t even know.
What is this?
What is it?
No words to
know.
How to think?
You can’t even
see a foot away!
So what are
you looking at?
I say Benji:
you don’t know nothing.
The Mothers -- John Elwyn
Mother and Child -- John Elwyn
