Last Hope
Please, dear dad, hit me.
That's my sick, twisted plea.
For if you slapped me across the face-
oh how I wish it was the case-
I could simply dial nine-one-one
and then all the screaming would be done.
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A.N.
Just to be clear, I am NOT promoting domestic violence. I know it's a terrible thing, and it's a tough situation to be in by second hand knowledge. But, despite that knowledge, this is still the way I feel. I really hope I didn't offend anyone with this poem. Seriously.
Bye!
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
