My Daughter's Dirtbag Boyfriend

I met my daughter's boyfriend and he's a thug. He's a low life piece of trash who deals drugs. When I told him to leave my house, he pulled out a knife. He thought he was bad, he thought I would beg for my life. That piece of scum thought he could scare me, that is what he believed. I kicked the knife out of his hand and a beating was what he received. I punched him over and over and gave him seven karate chops. He fell to the floor and you should've seen how fast he dropped. He became my daughter's ex-boyfriend after I threw him out the door. Now she's mad at me because guys are too scared to ask her out anymore. Low life dirtbags are the only type of guys that my daughter will date. If she brings another boy to my house, he's someone who I'll castrate. (This is a fictional poem.)