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Jun 2017
When they are born
it's hard to know
what your children will grow
up to become

The sad fact
for some parents;
their children will grow up to be ****.

Nasty little cowards
who swan around
a tiny town
and pretend to be Ronnie Cray.

Perverted ****** predators
who creep around the beach
on a beautiful hot sunny day.

******* little waste men - waste of *****
who think they run the place
then throw pathetic insults
when you stand up to their face.

They might be from a broken home,
I do try to see the best
But their father would have done us a favor
if he came on their mum's chest.

So when I become a father,
I don't want a rude little runt.
I hope that it's happy, hope that it's healthy
and I hope that my kid's not a ****.
Excuse the bad language. I had an altercation with a guy about his behavior, I wonder if he wrote a poem about it...
Written by
Tap Head  21/M/United Kingdom
(21/M/United Kingdom)   
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