Baby’s First Bathtime

This is only a short poem so it's not overly loaded with exaggeration, but pro rata to the protagonist's size, I suspect it's certainly got in its money's worth.

Baby's First Bathtime

I'm drowning
you bastard
get me out of here
you mongoose
there are no nerves in your elbow
can't you hear
I'm in pain
bloody blisters
I can feel them forming
it's fucking burning
and I'm normally
such a sweet tempered boy.

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