Karma

It felt like the day that child stuck his hand up my skirt.
My teacher hit me with a whip and it hurt.
I felt everything but shame.
Karma told me he made up for my Egyptian fame.
Karma loved me like my father did me.
Talked about China, but he could not see
What I did in Romeo’s house. He told me about
A plagiarism case that the court threw out.
Dharma I did not like quite as much.
I sang Bohemian Rhapsody, she would always hush.
Matters of manner, without proof, she asserted.
I accepted, but I confess my mind was perverted.
Therefore, after all those years, I am proud to say
In my house, their lifeless bodies still decay.


Holy shit, haha, this apparently got into the school literary magazine.
A poem that starts with "It felt like the day that child stuck his hand up my skirt."