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Daddy too far - but this one wont go

Contributed by crazyn on Monday, 30th October 2006 @ 05:21:36 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

This person that claims to be my dad just won’t go away,
That’s because my mum is desperate for him to stay,
I usually go to sleep before my time, he hasn’t moved in yet but he goes after dinner and is back for breakfast.

He tore my new white fleece before he mixed it in the wash, now it looks torn and grey.
As a matter of fact I remember him admitting he was gay.
When he tore it he said it was an error.
I hope one day I stab him and make him scream with terror.

Look at him pulling up in his red van like it was a Porsche Carrera.
He is a parasite. I’m going to kill him with my spite.
I can’t get to sleep because of mum’s giggling when she is rolling over and snuggling on the couch with the snob.

When I go down and turn the door knob, mum quickly puts her top on.
She says look I’m watching telly it’s my favourite show on.
I’m beginning to hate her.

I say to myself, “remember the time when I made a mess
And I made the noise
Mummy always got annoyed and slapped me, told me it was bad manners to bang your toys and threw them at me, look who’s banging now?”
The floorboards are screeching and mummy’s screaming.

When I’m old enough and I can earn my own bread and I don’t have to walk on this thin thread. I’m going to leaving home. Goodnight.

Copyright Â© crazyn ... [ 2006-10-30 05:21:36]
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Re: Daddy too far - but this one wont go (User Rating: 1 )
by Saloni on Thursday, 2nd November 2006 @ 06:02:58 AM AEST
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very nicely written.. powerful literature good read..

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