Oh Daddy
Oh Daddy, please don’t hit!
I’ll be quiet while you watch your game
You forget to unclench your fist
And swear at me not knowing my name
Oh Daddy, how you hated
Your words cut like jagged glass
Even when you weren’t drinking
We’d get the leather sash
Oh Daddy, I hear you’re sick
You should confess it all
But you go on denying what you’ve done
Even though it’s too late to take the fall
Oh Daddy, now that you’re dying
You still won’t face the truth
That you are an evil, demented man
And your kids’ sufferings are the proof
Oh Daddy, look you’re dead
You left countless victims behind
My eulogy for you is simple:
“The world doesn’t need any more of his kind”
Copyright © Christine Costello | Year Posted 2014
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