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Melanie’s  plight  
 Her constant  fight

Who is this asshole ?, the only one who will gain
as he – in his insane ways – causes you such pain.
Who is this jerk ?, that strings you along
with his sick, destructive, deceptive song.

What is there about this destroyer ?,  about his way ?,
that has you captivated, hypnotizes, making you his prey,
unable to flee – set yourself free – claws in so deep, you stay.
One day, I hope you will see, every day, this is what I pray.

I surely do no know !, I can not see,
for he is a liar, a thief, a conman – a bum to me.
He is all of the above, and more, he is a user,
he takes and takes, gives nothing back and is an abuser !!!

You fall l- it seems – for all his bull****, his lying talk
and then – all over your fragile soul - he doth walk.
All your time, your life wasted waiting by the phone.
In all your mess, in your room, in your mind all alone.

In your involvement with the It, you are always so sad,
resulting in the fact, you treat those who love you, so bad.
My heart breaks, my soul aches Melanie, I feel I’ve been had.
These feelings, these thoughts drive me crazy, make me so mad.
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I know that this is not you, my Dear, it is not your deal
Unfortunately, with him, there is very little for us to feel
as he thoughtlessness spins you around, make you reel.
In being sad, mad, bad, being hurt and frustrated.
For he – I truly feel needs a lessen – to be castrated,
burned slowly, at the stake, up in smoke, totally eliminated.
From you my Dear Daughter, he needs to be totally separated.
For who and what he is, what he does – he needs to be incarcerated.
Better still, nothing would be better than to watch him be incinerated
Nothing would please me more, than to be there, watch him be cremated,
this prick, this dick, this thick – in the head – as a brick, fool.
This rotten smelling, huge pile of decaying, human stool.
Unfortunately !!!, he is as sly, as conniving, as cunning as a fox.
This asshole, this prick, I would love to see in a cardboard box.
Oh how glorious it would be, to see, his end day, this I do pray !
Reality has it, that is not me, you see, and it would not be okay.
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I do not – my Dear – know what I can, or am able to do.
I do know Melanie, what it is that I would like for you
but realize, my precious, - after all – I am only your dad.
Because of that fact, You will never let me in,
You will not let me help you get past – what a sin !!!
So dear Child of mine, I am left to guess why you hurt,
why it is that you avoid, why it is that you always skirt
around the issue, knowing the cost, always feeling lost,
always lying upon the ground, in Autumns greatest frost.
Fear keeps you hanging on to the depths of your broken heart,
afraid to let go, strength to show – break away – make a new start.
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You are such a beautiful, intelligent, young Girl,
no need to be caught, by that vortex, in its swirl.
At your feet lies the essence of this great world,
all the knowledge, its secrets  you, to have unfurled.
I believe, I know that you have all it will take
to realize the kind of life you want to make.

Love
Dad .

B. J. “A” 2
February 3rd 2003
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