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Son of a Dog
Contributed by
norticus
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Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 12:40:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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They never call
not in the morning, the night, No. Not at all.
They don't care if I die
Don't write me a letter or even stop by.
Ungreatful brats
I put up with their noise and stray cats
I fed them clothed them even wiped
I burned their hands when they swiped
I don't care
So what if they see shrinks 'cuz I tugged their hair?
Deserved it every time they got it
It's funny how I beat them and then just forgot it
I'm alone
'Not sayin I'm sorry just because their grown
Give me the chance I'd do it all again
The means always justify the end
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Re: Son of a Dog
(User Rating: 0 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 04:32:37 PM AEST (User
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You sound like a real jerk. You should have been a nicer father. I guess it's true - you can't escape Justice.
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Re: Son of a Dog
(User Rating: 1 ) by bobotheclown on
Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 06:15:37 PM AEST (User
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ok well I don't agree with the previous comment although some of the rhymes seemed rather forced I thought. Reading it over the 2nd time I got it and liked it a lot more. Good job try not to force rhymes.
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Re: Son of a Dog
(User Rating: 1 ) by norticus on
Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 11:05:03 AM AEST (User
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I like to rhyme. You sound like my jerk son in law Bobo. |
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