Dope Didn'T Kill Me But Being a Dope Nearly Did

My mommy said “Call me Mother” Not so my brother My daddy said “Call me Mister” Not so my sister “Little Black Sheep” was a bible to me It had all the makings of a mystery What would they do today, I’d wonder As I worried about making any sort of blunder Sometimes it was his bare hand and sometimes it was his belt And it’s impossible to describe the pitiful pain a child felt I was so young and didn’t really understand All I knew was my siblings lived in a different land They lived where peace was a common denominator I lived in a place with a despot and dictator What did I do to be placed in such a household? And why was I so severely punished for not fitting a mold? My sister and brother were molded as if out of clay While I’d be harassed by both of them every day Then arrived the time when I had MY fun When at twelve years old I murdered them all with a twenty-five caliber shotgun © 2011,,,,~free cee!~