Alexander: Phillip Is Ded. My Life is Ded. I'm ded to my wife. And It's all my fault. I long for Eliza and Angelica
*Alexander remembers his son Phillip's first poem*
[Philip]
Daddy, daddy, look
My name is Philip
I am a poet
I wrote this poem just
To show it
And I just turned nine
You can write rhymes
But you can't write mine
[Hamilton]
What!
[Philip]
I practice French
And play piano with my mother
[Hamilton]
Uh-huh!
[Philip]
I have a sister, but I want a little brother
[Hamilton]
Okay!
[Philip]
My daddy's trying to start America's bank
Un deux trois quatre cinq!
[Hamilton]
Bravo!
Hamilton: Phillip Is Ded
Phillip's ghost: yeah no crap!
Hamilton: what!
[Philip]
Daddy, daddy, look
My name is Philip
I am a poet
I wrote this poem just
To show it
And I died at nine
Because George can't count 10 freaking ten.
[Hamilton]
What!
[Philip]
I raised my gun in the sky
And died.
[Hamilton]
I know!
[Philip]
I have a dead body, but I want to be alive
[Hamilton]
Okay!
[Philip]
My daddy's trying to kill this family.
Un deux trois quatre cinq!
[Hamilton]
OH MY GOSH WHYY
Phillip: kthanksbai.
YOU ARE READING
Phillip Hamilton is Ded. (Dead purposely spelled like that)
FanfictionJust to clear things up: in the fanfic the poem is rewritten. IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO RHYME. It uses a sense of morbid humour to capture how crappy Hamilton is but still innocent BECAUSE GEORGE FREAKING EACKER CANT COUNT TO TEN
