A Collection of Poetry

Monday, July 15, 2013

The Past

Daddy, kill your boy
avoid another Troy
Life is just a decoy
 
Daddy, burn your son
I no longer want to run
No longer wanna be a gun
 
Waiting...
 
TO GO OFF!
 
Daddy, skin your kid
but do not longer hit...
your boy as you see fit
 
Daddy, waiste my life
my anger became my drive
so cut away my jive
 
Before...
 
I GO OFF!
 
1996

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