Clone Poem by playdough person

in the back room
three other people, you know exactly who
on the phone
make me sound like a clone
we have him on tape
they think he's comming in second place
the abuse continues
emotional is the offender
and mom is still the petender
her face got scared
when bill anounced he was pepared
i had to play along
or the punhishment would be polonged
i don't have much time
i can't say who might come up behind
mom makes me feel bad
but nana is fighting back
family is so mad
i'm anything but glad
i have to go
theres to many people way to close