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Dad

by Johnny Crimson

You played with me
and tickled me (too hard)
and every couple of minutes
you'd tell me that you loved me

you bought me things
stupid things
anything
You babied me much too long but
it was okay

you taught me things
great things
how to never get lost in the woods
how to shoot a gun
how to love

you were much more affectionate
than mother
and for that I love you

you fucking alcoholic.

09/19/2009

Posted on 09/19/2009
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Boulender on 09/19/09 at 06:11 PM

this is prety hard to forget.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/22/09 at 03:30 PM

...sean, heavy, heavy, heavy...well-spoken existential pain...you da man, sean!

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