Dezarey

For my dad






I call you up,
You cut me short.
Mom was always there,
But you never paid your child suport.
I gave you the chance,
To make things right.
But all you said,
Was later I might.
I should have listened,
To what I was told.
But I hadent wanted,
To act so cold.
Now I am older,
And completly hate you.
There's no turning back,
And at this point nothing you could do.
It is known to the world,
What a sorry ass dad you are.
All six of your children,
Were never that far.
All I had asked,
Was you to look like you had a fucking clue.
But instead you cut me short,
And that was the wrong damn thing to do.

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