Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
His stingy griping made me sick
almost as much as his puny prick
all he did was rush off to work,
reading his Bible, the stupid jerk.
It's how his momma raised the fool
his Army dad dead, him preschool.
That old cancerous dying sack
said "Hurt my boy and I'll be back."
A house and kids is worse than jail
Big laughing Leroy, he liked tail
We danced and drank and life was swell
hung like a hoss, he's tougher'n Hell.
The Wimpling caught us late one night
he stood up noble, ready to fight
And Leroy laughed, snatching off his head
and pissing on him as he kicked and bled.
Well, life got tough after that day.
That Leroy just won't share his pay
I covered for him, he went free
To kick shit outa the kids and me.
Then one cold dark December day
the Welfare took the kids away.
Alone and scared I pray tonight
as through the frost and pale moonlight...
--I hear me whine in abject fear
but frozen solid, I'll wait right here--
She's grey and gaunt but like she said
She's coming back, with Leroy's head.
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Author Notes
cartoon designed with the poem in mind...
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