That Damn Couch

I had to move on.

In order to grow up,

Cause from that damn couch

Daddy never stood up.

 

I begged him to play

For just a half hour,

But he stayed on that couch

For two extra hours.

 

 

I begged for his help

When demons came and beat me.

They put me in chains

But yet he never freed me.

 

So I cried out in pain

But he didn’t hear a shout.

Like a tree in the woods,

My fall made no sound.

 

I jumped up and down

Hoping for attention,

But he looked straight ahead

At the tv station.

 

So I cursed and I screamed

A list of obscenities

Yet it still never turned 

His attention back to me.

 

So with one last sigh

I made up my mind.

There was nothing left

Of my father to find.

 

His heart was too cold.

His veins held whiskey.

Let's face the facts:

He cannot ever love me.

 

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