Dad's Dead
My Dad he died in February,
some Idiot shot him dead.
Hid inside a roadside plant
and aimed right for his head.
Got him too with just one shot,
Dad fell down on the ground.
Broke his arm on impact,
so they said when he was found.
Saw him at the mortuary
when I went to ID.
Half his face was dented in -
not nice at all to see.
Saw him again at the Funeral Home
to make myself accept.
Didn't look like him at all and
Death I did reject.
Smelled real bad, not like MY Dad
and felt so hard and cold,
I was feeling empty then and
very very old.
On a rainy day in Early March
we laid him in the sand,
and I said 'Goodbye' to the man who once
had held my baby hand.
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