You got my sister pregnant
(This is a fictional poem. I really don’t have a sister.)
You got my sister pregnant and refused to take responsibility.
You told her it’s her problem and now you have to deal with me.
Let’s step outside and deal with this like men.
When I get done, you won’t shirk your responsibility again.
You told her to have an abortion even after she decided to have the child.
Now I’m pissed off and I’m about to go wild.
You refused to marry my sister but you will pay child support.
Or I’ll beat the hell out of you and then take you to court.
Take my word when I tell you that it’s wise not to mess with me.
I weigh nearly two hundred pounds and I stand six feet three.
This poem was written/submitted by Randy Johnson.
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December 30th, 2008 11:55
I really hate seeing stuff like this actually happen, its one of the worst things anyone can do. I always end up wishing I could get back at the one who caused the problem in the first place. I also hate seeing when there’s an abortion, because regardless of common knowledge, it’s been proven that the unborn child is thinking 40 days after conception.