He My Father
He my father
lying twisted and sad,
knowing nothing and loving all,
hating the world for its lack of EVERYTHING;
Oh God how I love this man but God,
DAMN him and his selfish lies
to fool his child, wanting
him to learn hate
young!
Such a pitiful fate it is
to lie twisted and sad.
This poem was written/submitted by Chris Graham.
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