![]() Deadbeat DadA Poem by ;You were always mulling around the house Like there was nothing to do There were dishes in the sink, Garbage to take out, Kids to feed But no you wanted a beer, a cold one at that I hated you more than you can imagine You were suppose to be my father The father that went to work, didn't beat his kids, and took care of his wife I hold no regret for killing you...I rejoiced in it The only thing that I regret is killing you fast © 2008 ;Author's Note
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