M I S T E R M U R D E R
MISTER MURDER
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,,,,Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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