I was not a fan of living at my father's (After being treated poorly and thrown out) with his anger problems, his wife, her four dogs, and four cats. It was a zoo, and they were the main event. In this poem with no background history I have given each member a symbol. My father being the Head of the household, his wife being the Legs (she was obsessed with running as well as her pets who, before I had a job, were fed twice as better as I), my grandmother (If you knew the kind of person she was you'd understand, watch Supernatural. She is a demon. To the unaware she appears normal and harmless, however looks can be deceiving) being the Body, or heart and soul, of the operation, and lastly myself being the Arms; the fists.