Category : Poems

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I came from a alcoholic dope head, and avid cocaine snorter, with a manic depressive slash bipolar disorder, traits get passed, from father to seed, he fuck around with the wrong one, and they came up with me, I vaguely remember, their knock down drag outs, things gettin thrown and windows gettin smashed out, I wish I could go back, to when i was three, and somehow stop the hands of fate, from planting its torturous seed, after that I never got to see him much, not on birthdays or christmas, or even Thanksgiving lunch, but like my mom, time moves on, she got remarried to a shit face, and had another son, so now it wasn't just me, I now had a tag along, that we'll call Steve, Steve's short for stephen, but stephen didn't rhyme, I ok'd with him, and he said that was fine, but anyways, they divorced and we hit the road, still reaping, what the fuck had been sown, goddamn she shoulda stopped, before more damage got done, but fuck it, what the fuck do i know, I was just a kid at that time, with no father to hold, I ain't complainin and I ain't lookin for pity, other folks I'm sure, was done way more shitty, sorry I got alil side tracked, and carried away, sometimes this ADHD, gets the better of me, I swear to God, on my life it's a sin, to marry three different motherfuckers, with the same name Jim, but thats what happened, almost in a row, with one little hold up, and two bastards in tow, the third marriage, was really fast, some bitch with 3 daughters, named Matt, hell it ended, before the school year was up, divorce finalized, she was back in the game, ready to fuck, fuck you and fuck me, were movin to number 4, fuck three, the fourth one was the worst, and I swear to this day, is the one that ruined, the fuck out of me, I swear, goddamn his soul, I ain't never gonna get peace, from what he taught me to know, I was 8 by this time, and my brother was 2, he had a great big 2 story house, and a fenced in yard to, wow imagine that, it wasn't long before the white faded to black, a pop in the face here, or a slap to the face there, try to tell mom, she dont even care, were full of shit, and were makin it up, your just not gettin your way, shut the fuck up, bitch is what I shoulda said, and go give him some more head, so he'll leave us the fuck alone, and we wont get hit, with his diabetic, no insulin takin shit, I’m so sick with want I'm wanting to spit, I'm sorry but I'm turnin up the tempo, and turnin this shit into a flo, just for a second though, fuck you bitch, this ain't a rave, it's sick ass shit, I was put here to spit, like the c4 you just lit, you trick, the devil himself will be in awe from the ass Ima kick, goddamn you, you bitch, I got chu, and I promised you, that death cant stop this blow, cant stop this attack, when I kill your dead ass i'm bringin you back, so i can do it again and again, like they do in the pen, when u aint a friend, you a foe with no doe, your a hoe and you will get done cold, cause i got ur soul, pardon me I need a drink and need to think, regroup and be back before you can blink........ to be continued....
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