I was asked the other day
Over a pint, don’t ya know
What one word describes your childhood

I thought, smiled, and contemplated
Frowned, grimaced, and muttered
Started to answer, then thought again

There was love and happiness and joy
In our small home.
I never went without, my belly always full

My parents never divorced
They never had physical fights
They were always home at night

All this and still
My answer must be, sigh
FUCKED

2026