Pops

Rest in pieces my father
We have nothing to say
These thirty years
Nothing to say even now

Me father used to say
“Spare de rod and spoil de child”
Her reads from the big black book
Visiting hell down on me back
The switch it crack
He say for every sin
The switch has an answer
For every sin it cracks
It cracks, I say fuck
For that it cracks again

Me father brutal
More brutal when full of de rum
Me father loses count
Memory misty on alcohol
In me head I say
The day is coming
Me repeats this for years

In me head something snaps
As me break the switch
Over me fathers melonhead
Revenge could finally be mine
He look scared
I resist me temptation

The bottle will do for him
In time