Are you ok Daddy?
Mommy's still crying
I can hear it by the altar
I can hear by that cold stone,
Even with 6 feet of ground between
Your eyes caught sight of the steeple
Your heart stopped working, feeling
Your very being shook and trembled
It's no wonder you left before she told you about me
That dress isn't crisp and white anymore
And no amount of scrubbing will make the clock tick back
Are you ok Daddy?
When they told me, I wanted to cry
I heard your fist hit her as though I were there
Maybe if you hit a little lower I wouldn't be here now
Drunk bastard fathers are common enough themes
It hurts to be the only one holding back tears in the dark
I'm so glad you left, so glad I never had a father like you
I'm so fucking glad I'm an orphan now!
Are you ok Daddy?
You stole the air from my blue skies
I wish you'd just die
I don't care when I don't care how
So I suppose this is just to say
Someday I'll spit on your grave
(22 October 2015)
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