When you look at me do you
worry about your daughter?
That she’ll be the same as me
and **** someone like her father?
A vile man fifteen years older
preying on little girls that are
lost in their own worlds
you say you like em’ young
but would you like your
daughter’s tongue in the
same places mine have been
on other men with thin skin?
You’re a creature at best
But I stick around because it’s
not the best *** in town but
I get free drugs and
free hugs from a sweet little girl
that I hope never grows up like me
and never looks to her father
for integrity or compassion
All she’ll get are lies and rejection
She sticks with her sisters
she’ll having a fighting chance
Oh sweet baby girl
get out while you can


~kb