Getting Even

I just stabbed my dad in the chest,
I plunged the knife deep to the hilt,
because he made my life a mess,
I didn't like the tension he had built,

As he stood there glaring and yelling,
I just swallowed my pride and took it,
but when he abused I began rebelling,
I couldn't take no more of his bull shit.

My father drank himself into a stupor,
he often fell to sleep watching football,
for my mom he wasn't the perfect suitor,
so I chose to drug his drink with Rohypnol.

When he got home from work he showered,
It was then I made him the whiskey and coke,
I crushed the pills I had for him into powder,
Then poured it into his drink and let it soak.

He came down into the living room and sat,
That's when I surprised him with his drink,
He looked at me and said it tasted sort of flat,
he took another sip before pouring it in the sink.

I thought I failed at first but he began to stagger,
his words were slightly slurred when he yelled;
"get me another drink you fucking retarded slacker!"
my dad then tried sitting down but instead he fell.

Where I stood in the kitchen I heard a loud crash,
I ran towards the noise but already knew the deal,
my dad was on the floor and it made me stifle a laugh,
after I stabbed him I sat nearby to see his blood congeal...