Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.

YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.

NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.

deepundergroundpoetry.com

Wicked Just for DaDDy

Daddy says I dress like a gothic slut
When I hike my skirt and zip my boots
He says to keep my filthy mouth shut
And he slaps me despite my laughter
But what Daddy doesn't know..
Is that I lick the blood right after..

Daddys the new preacher of the church
So I have to live up to expectations
Forbidding the cemeteries where I lurch
Cause good girls don't play in coffins
But what Daddy doesn't know...
Is that I fuck myself with crosses..

Daddy caught me doing drugs
And beat me with raw anger
He says that shits for common thugs
I'll burn in hell if I resume
But what Daddy doesn't know...
Is that I stole it from his bedroom..

Daddy thinks I need a friend
So he introduced me to this girl
He says boys are bad and we pretend
That we're virgins and know better
But what Daddy doesn't know..
Is that Leslie makes me wetter..

Daddy says Leslie didn't show for service
And that her family hadn't seen her lately
He thinks he'll see me getting nervous
That I pushed her into darkness
But what Daddy doesn't know..
Is that I fuck her rotting carcass