Dad

Poem

I learned to dance by standing on the toes of his shoes while he moved.

I learned to read, sitting on his lap, reading the paper until he told me I was too old to sit on his lap anymore.

I learned to win with a drunk, debating with him about Greek and Roman philosophers when I was a young teen and it was late in the night.

But the most important thing I learned from him is to hate at the end of his fist, until all 90 pounds of me knocked his drunken a*s down the basement stairs.

I left him to learn from these words "If you ever touch me again, you drunken b*****d, I'll kill you.  I'll hate you until the day you die."

I learned to never take any s**t from anyone.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

from victim to kick a*s~ powerful~

[Robin]

pow , powerful