Bitter Twisted and F@cked.

BITTER.



My parents got divorced,

way back when I was three.

Now i"m twenty-seven,

I wish that they could see.



See what they have done,

a junkie everyday.

Alone and in despair.

I"m gonna make them pay.



I was put in social care,

they said they couldn"t cope.

That one would come for me,

not to give up hope.



But the visits they just ended,

exactly as I feared.

Birthday followed Christmass

and the cards just diappeared.



I was in and out of trouble,

my pallor always pale.

I did some petty crime,

it lead me straight to jail.



My apprenticeship began,

boy I learned the lot.

How to steal most anything

and hopefully not get caught.



But back to my revenge.

My life it needs a purpose.

Got to get my head straight,

it is time for me to surface!



TWISTED.



I found out where they lived,

they both lived far apart,

but I need some money

before my deed will start.



I rob a local store

it was easy and quite fun.

A couple of hundred dollars,

enough to get a gun.



The gun is soon acquired,

now soon i"m on my way.

Mother will do first

let"s hear her finale say.



Three days later I arrive.

I stand outside her house.

The bitch she has remarried,

I"m as quiet as a mouse.



The window opens easily

i"m soon beside her bed.

The pillow stops her snoring

as I shoot her through the head.



I shoot her partner to.

A fat slob in a vest.

Now to reach my Father,

onward with my quest.



He lives out at the coast.

In a shack quite near the beach.

I could smell his rotton soul,

he was nearly in my reach.



FUCKED.



The place it is run down,

inside a shining light.

But patience is a virtue

I am gonna sit just tight.



The light goes off at last.

Revenge is heard to shout.

"A dish that"s best served cold,

of that there is no doubt."



I enter his front room.

The light is like a shock!

A gun is trained on me

" I think we have to talk."



My father looks like me,



spitting image I confess,



only so much older,



fucked up and just a mess.



Our sight is eye to eye



my throat has gone so dry.



His fingers on the trigger



I know i"m gonna die!



"Oh I aint hear to talk."

I say in trebly voice.

" Well aint that just a shame,

so glad you gave a choice."



His voice was calm, direct.

But his gun was loud and bucked!

It spelt my Epitaph.



Bitter Twisted



and FUCKED!

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