Dont Eat the Purple Acid I Repeat Do Not Eat the Purple Acid

For Glory, who is no more….NO MORE DADDY’S HANDS Daddy has his demands Especially at night And oh the size of his great big hands Yet Daddy was deemed delight But it hurts me when the darkness rules And onto my bed climbs pain and humiliation It did no good to claim him king of fools Because he had a need to fuel his fascination No daddy I’d beg with blood in my voice And a plea that would go unheard As for a little girl she wasn’t offered a choice And mommy wouldn’t have believed one solitary word There were no words to ease my pain While I imagined visiting foreign lands I’d close my eyes as part of my soul was slain “Oh no,” I’d silently plead, “no more daddy’s hands” © 2011...Phreepoetreee ~free cee!~