Pastries From the Control System

While I'm into poetry, here's a poem written by my then 16 year-old youngest son. I knew nothing of it till he won the city-wide award for Gr.10 poetry and it was printed in the 1989 Toronto Board of Ed. anthology Writing/Ecrits'89.

Marc is now a full-time musician and performer in the Toronto area.

Pastries From the Control System

General revenues is the best euphemism
I've ever heard.

Revenues of these people divided into pies.

Odd pieces of pie.

Who gets the big one?
Who wants the small one?
And where did they all come from?
Who made them?

How much came from Margaret?
Her face like a work sock,
Dyed red and stuffed with snow.

How much of that pie came from her?

Not much this year, she preferred Lysol to finer spirits.

And my friends aren't part of it at all. They are the
Lines between this piece and that.

Marc F. Walker
1989