11-21-2014, 05:22 PM
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My youth was spent
playing games of chess
with myself debating
mass murder over
masturbation
groping in the dark
for Daddy’s love singing
I’m sorry I’m sorry
while letting him wither
on the chemo cushion
awaiting the cruel
morning dew.
Acid breakfasts of
antidepressants
left my stomach aching
for saltine crackers
and a farewell swig
of Fireball found
just in time for
clumsy finger-banging
in my sister’s room
where Dad slept
when his liver hurt.
Original Post
My youth was spent
playing games of chess
with myself debating
mass murder over
baby oil truancy
groping in the dark
for Daddy’s love singing
I’m sorry I’m sorry
while letting him wither
on the chemo cushion
awaiting the cruel
morning dew.
Acid breakfasts of
antidepressants
left my stomach aching
for saltine crackers
And a farewell swig
Of Fireball found
just in time for
clumsy finger-banging
in my sister’s room
where Dad slept
when his liver hurt.
My youth was spent
playing games of chess
with myself debating
mass murder over
masturbation
groping in the dark
for Daddy’s love singing
I’m sorry I’m sorry
while letting him wither
on the chemo cushion
awaiting the cruel
morning dew.
Acid breakfasts of
antidepressants
left my stomach aching
for saltine crackers
and a farewell swig
of Fireball found
just in time for
clumsy finger-banging
in my sister’s room
where Dad slept
when his liver hurt.
Original Post
My youth was spent
playing games of chess
with myself debating
mass murder over
baby oil truancy
groping in the dark
for Daddy’s love singing
I’m sorry I’m sorry
while letting him wither
on the chemo cushion
awaiting the cruel
morning dew.
Acid breakfasts of
antidepressants
left my stomach aching
for saltine crackers
And a farewell swig
Of Fireball found
just in time for
clumsy finger-banging
in my sister’s room
where Dad slept
when his liver hurt.
cliche my forte

