Muffled sound of fist on flesh
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each,
Mommy's crying and bleeding
Dick hard, swelled with power rush
As, Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings
She'd already lost, three
And Friday nights were the
Daddy never came with flowers
Instead he spent hours at
With some bar pop named Cookie
Soiling Mommy's sheets with
Cookie's cheap lip stick,
Hair grease, sperm, and Jezebel juice
To hell with the good news that
He was a father for the first time
His thirst for wine and women
No warm welcome for mother and son
The rank smell of ass- crack, funk,
strength- her best defense
She, burned the dirty linens
Laid sleeping First Son down
As she purged her scourge
With birth- blood and quiet tears
Lie there in his soft skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh
Mommy called crazy and scorned
Although they were both sung the same
Whose, womb- world was profaned
Came of age playing street games
With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little
'Till his heart start to wither
Blamed Mom for the wrong she
Let, sins of the Father cause his
Found out amongst thieves
Chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself
Become prodigal with his life
Make impossible shit right with
Erase wise, woeful words of
Replaced them with absurdities of others
Who had also lost their way
Played a different kind of street game now
Speak street- family vows
Espouse no causes but his own
See, he couldn't protect Mommy's
Couldn't shield her ears from
Brown bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block frequent
Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction
pised from conception 'til end
Survived nine lives of staying high
Conning, jewelry- pawning,
Womanizing, only for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head
Speech, slowed and slurred
Lips twitched with caked-
Mr. Hide and False Friend
Took final ride to suburban supplier
Shots were fired by the gray man
But not shaky enough to miss
So- called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son blood- born
Lying alone in blood on cold floor
Death was the cause of Re
Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on
To Mommy's sobs and shakes
Daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past, omitted, and absolved by lost
As they clung to each other
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