Page 69

 
I opened the magazine on page 69
my dearest number since I was nine
I thought it was comics, I wanted to laugh
surprised I saw a woman and two men having a rough

it was in black and white, small pics with big pricks
at the end of the page you could hear them screaming
I got scared cause my pants went mad like lips
and the voice of my father was coming closer to the ring

I tore this page and hide it under my mattress
and once in a while I was releasing my mad stress
since this day my daddy was in a depression
nobody knew why, but only I had his salvation.