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Triggering - Wait.
This poem is now about my brother (nineteen year old) and his 4 month old son that he sees for about two hours a week because the baby's mom is like... a bitch (feel free to edit if I am not allowed to say that)... Have fun...
Wait
It happened on her birthday,
We all counted back,
Your son was conceived,
Would you take it all back?
You should've worn one,
Just to be safe,
This shouldn't have happened,
Was a condom just a waif?
Was the sex worth it?
Who had the thought?
Couldn't you wait?
Too bad you got caught.
Okay you had sex,
I can understand it.
But why with that tramp?
Why didn't you quit?
Didn't know she would win?
She has the kid.
Couldn't you see it coming?
She burst your lid.
But now it is too late,
Your child is here,
You never will see him,
Let me make one thing clear,
You may want to see your child,
You may want to know you boy,
Too bad you chose that slut,
And now I must cut...
I dont know why I seem to blame myself,
Maybe because I stole your rubber,
I didn't ever use it,
I have way too much blubber.
You wouldn't be evicted,
You wouldn't be out,
I screwed up bro,
I should've thought it out...
Sorry.
Last edited by Atonement : 22-04-2008 at 07:32 AM.
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