The man I call father
why? why? why did you do those bad things.
It kinda stings.
You probaly don't care about me.
Get hit by a tree!
Prison is where you'll be locked up for awhile.
I don't think I want you to see, me walking down the aisle.
abusing my mom, that's real low.
It took a real tow.
I couldn't even help her, I was like two.
You need to be hit by a shoe.
I say so many bad things to you in this poem.
but, you are the man I call father.