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A child stands among the roar,

Of his parents most unsettled score.

The tragedy is played once more,

But must they always slam their door.



The walls of his room are apparently clear,

For the words form a picture, in his mind, through his ear.

The mother speaks, "Where's our money my dear."

"I spent it all on gambling and beer."



"THAT'S IT!

YOU'RE OUT!



You can live like a bum.

Your lousy, your lazy, your lower than scum."

"It's my money. If I want I'll spend it all on rum.

Why don't you get a job?  That's right your too dumb."



All the while this child just lies there and cries.    

He thinks it his fault, and it is in his eyes.

The parents don't realize their troubles will rise,

For the child needs a father, and he'll never compromise.