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P.E.F.A.F.
Hey dad look at me, I’ve grown.
Did I become the kid you dreamed?
Or did I just become another mouth to feed?
Remember when I was locked in your home?
I found a door of glass that I could escape
For those seconds I was an angel.
Flying through the air seeing intensifying agony as I fell.
As always you were in a drunken state.
A couple years later and your sober
You and Mommy live in different homes but I visit.
Sometimes Ronnie is there, doctors say his minds not fit.
Just like you he’s always angry, Mommy look at her.
Her hands have always soothed the broken.
Her arms have always held the weak.
Her heart’s given the guidance I seek.
Always perfect in her ways she’s been.
More years come and pass through.
Again your gone, you’re back to sex and drugs.
Aren’t you slick? You think you’re smug
Years ago I wish Ronnie never told Mommy on you.
