Are you there dad?
Or are you sleeping with that slag?
There's no food in,
And what you're doing is a sin,
Are you there dad?
It's so cold,
The house is filled with black mould,
And you want it sold
Are you there dad?
Do I mean nothing to you?
Just a broken tool,
Of no use,
Are you there dad?
I want the father I never had
YOU ARE READING
Devlyn McCall's poetry portfolio
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