Brittiny Gardner Poem by Justin Reamer

There was once a woman I loved
who is still alive today,
per chance admit it,
but I know not what happened to her,
which makes me wonder altogether.

She was Brittiny, my first love,
whom I dated for a month.
A pauper, she was,
and a writer like I am,
was somewhat pretty,
but rather plain.

Her family, a mess,
the mother, the wife of a truck driver,
gorging herself as the food is scarce,
and the children eating the
sparse leftovers, which usually
were the crumbs off the ground.

The truck driver,
her stepfather,
a nice man by nature,
giving, caring, wonderful,
works hard to provide for
his very own family,
but the mother feeds
gluttonously and ravenously
as her own children starve,
suffering from anorexia
and malnutrition.

The father- Brittiny's father-
a lunatic, burning the Bible,
worshipping Satin, casting spells and hexes,
burning live children alive for sacrifices,
incinerating any stray animals to the gods,
drinking alcohol to waste away,
abusing his children in mad intoxication,
raping them as part of a fertility ceremony,
taking drugs for the effect,
turning mad with rage as he ingests them,
committing arson, pyromania, vandalism,
homicide, murder, incest, paedophilia, etc.
He is daft, not knowing reality;
thick, lacking proper knowledge;
empty, knowing no sanity.
Gone, he is, out of her life,
but interesting.

The girl herself,
quirky and interesting,
somewhat pretty,
but rather plain and homely,
knowing no bounds at all.
I lost her, but it's all right,
she's a lost memory to me,
so I seek no further for her.