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Someone's Step Father

Years of blood
A stepfather
More a step dud
False sense surrounds me
Then unexpected
The missiles projected
An ashtray as I suspected
One of onyx just the tonic
Glad it missed
it’s cos he’s pissed
He really has an evil twist
 
I feel my heckles up
I witness drunken rants
Pissed rage and incoherant chants
Lurking and snide advance but he reallybdoesn’t have a chance
Right up close shouting abuse
close enough to feel him spray as each word soaked my face
throated phlem as he spits I went to bits
My wits Went scitz and abandond me as green phloem  landed in my face
I don’t condone I do condem
I had no choice but to defend
I lost my thought I lost my head
Clarity restored
Red mist fading
Unlike the blood bath that he was laid in
It’s not my fault can’t you see
I lost it proper cos he spat on me
I don’t lash out it makes no sense
It all got rather too intense
Anger should be kept at bay
Tomorrow is a fresh new day
Then I hear the words again
Insulting drunk and proper lame
Ignore him and take the flack
Karma will do return attack
It didnt get better.
My mum would kill him if I’d let her
He’s a proper lout mum kick him out
the need for drinking stops all the thinking
stop this now  It’s like I’m slowly sinking
Now ill admit I’m first to say.
For every action in every way
will come and find you and sure one day
Your soul to take and u must obey
Drunk in life drank to death. Life just thrown away
Rest in peace
Now at least .
As I stand i held out my hand to lead
You To a better land.
 
And
 
I know what went on and I also understand.

(2013)

Step father. Child. Sad drunk

#Childhood

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