The days of rope swings and butterfly kisses.
Back when offense was taken by the misses.
Back when you knew nothing of a lie.
When they could stare down the sky.
Where they had control over our soul.
Showing their might and molested control.
Beating us into Submission
and love was their commission.
For the perfect family lived next door
without my mother the whore.
Without my father the fiend
and the windows once cleaned.
They never knew anyone else
Next door, Next block, Nope, just leather belts.
A sniffle and a sob.
While Suzy's dad makes her bob.
Dinner and a promise of secrecy.
Never to tell Mamma or school
for his plan, He's truly a fool
that little girl's going to tell all her men one day
and soon they will all avoid her and run away.
So newcomers to the incest pool of America, Welcome!
where those who die forgiven are truly seldom.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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