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MISTER MURDER

     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 night and day
Then arrived the time when I had MY fun
When at twelve years old I blew  them all away with a twenty-two gauge shotgun
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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