It’s kind of like I’m locked in a cage, blind as a bat, the keys lying somewhere on the cage floor. You’re all on the other side of the bars, trying to tell me where to go to find them. But everyone on the other side of the bars is telling me different things, and… Continue reading Cage
Tag: dads
to be me
How about you come to my house for one night, You can see my drunken mother, Maybe then you’ll know what it’s like to be me,
the “joy” of holidays…
well the holiday season is upon us for one more wretched year… and i hate it more than ever… not only this year do i have to be surrounded, poked and proded by “my” family about they way i look and all that great stuff but i have to meet my dad’s girlfriends’ family for… Continue reading the “joy” of holidays…
Little Jonny
run away little boy to a far away place you better bring your toy your dads onna beat you face