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hello daddy
Daddy be nimble
as he is quik
he makes me jump over
his candle stick
be he alive
or be he dead
daddies only happy
when his little girls spread
three 69
his goose drank wine
his monkey fucked his children
and he's feeling fine
his dick broke
while his little girl choked
then she died and went to heaven
when her little heart broke
his inky slinky spider
crawled up my virgin spout
along came the rain
to wash his spider out
rain, hail, sleet nor snow
could stop the slinky spider
crawling up my hole
faker faker baby shaker
pedofeliac
push her down and then you rape her
you can't take it back
as he is quik
he makes me jump over
his candle stick
be he alive
or be he dead
daddies only happy
when his little girls spread
three 69
his goose drank wine
his monkey fucked his children
and he's feeling fine
his dick broke
while his little girl choked
then she died and went to heaven
when her little heart broke
his inky slinky spider
crawled up my virgin spout
along came the rain
to wash his spider out
rain, hail, sleet nor snow
could stop the slinky spider
crawling up my hole
faker faker baby shaker
pedofeliac
push her down and then you rape her
you can't take it back
Published 10th Apr 2013
| Edited 11th Apr 2013
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10th Apr 2013 9:35pm
11th Apr 2013 7:28pm
10th Apr 2013 11:05pm
11th Apr 2013 7:28pm
10th Apr 2013 11:12pm
Every letter is filled with pain and hurt. You can feel it until feeling doesnt exist anymore. I hope life treats you kind because under all the pain there is nothing to lose but so much to gain:)
11th Apr 2013 7:30pm
So true. I have much to be happy about. Married to the love of my life, my children are well and I live 1/2 mile from the ocean. Thank you for commenting.
11th Apr 2013 1:26am
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Anonymous
11th Apr 2013 3:31am
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Anonymous
- Edited 11th Apr 2013 6:32am
11th Apr 2013 6:30am
I'm sorry dear,
I wanted to say
Something more.
But truthfully, I hated this!
It hit me like a brick in the face!
I feel to my knees, sick!!!
I dry-heaved into my lap...powerless!!!
Then I commended your strength
Thank you, Shaunda
Sincerely,
somebody that knows ; )
xoxo
I wanted to say
Something more.
But truthfully, I hated this!
It hit me like a brick in the face!
I feel to my knees, sick!!!
I dry-heaved into my lap...powerless!!!
Then I commended your strength
Thank you, Shaunda
Sincerely,
somebody that knows ; )
xoxo
11th Apr 2013 7:37pm
No. It is I who who am sorry. Did not mean to make you feel that way. I will share my strength. As we all should. Many of my writes are like this. You may not want to read anymore of them. Some are worse than this. And, you said plenty. Hugs
12th Apr 2013 7:07pm
12th Apr 2013 9:36pm
woohoo. I'm a new favorite poem. Thank you. I was definately feeling anger and hate.
5th Jun 2013 11:46am
your word usage is awesome. Sad childhood-yes, When i read this, it has like a kid's song jingle to it. I'm not even sure what you would describeit as: Sarcasm with a side of insanity
13th Jun 2013 10:25pm
Ahahaha. I'll take your sarcasm and side of insanity and raise you a very screwed up and angry (but only when i think about it) girl who is crazy nice. Anyway. Thank you. I think you got it right.
