what is this...
your 45th year?
maybe 46th. who knows
i know that last night the scar in my ear drum
woke back up- shouting at me.
reminder of the abuse i've encountered...
[hey this is good and bad.]
you haven't lived if you haven't been
brainwashed a sufficient amount to believe in
your father to the same degree as your god.
to blame 'abuse' and your definition of it on
your 11 year old self.
i laugh at the people who pity you,
who fall naive to your criminal ways.
[i laugh at my old self....]
maybe i should say happy birthday.
and although you didn't give a gift
or deliver a card last november,
maybe i should give you the book i read about
humans like you.
[are they humans]
is it this year you threatened to ****** my mom?
oh yeah, thats right.
i'd like to thank you for the comedy,
you told my lawyer i've never seen your drugs;
i probably needed the laugh that day anyways.
i wonder if we have different creators,
and i wonder if yours regrets his 'masterpiece'
and if not, i wonder am i truly 50% you?
because that, my friend is a scary thought to carry.
is it this year your alcoholism crashed your car?
thats right.
i know your facebook post would beg to differ but it wasn't fatigue, daddy.
[your criminal record holds to be more true than your word.]
i'm just thanking my gods your son
wasn't in the seat beside you.
thankful your remorseless mind wasn't set to **** that night.
is it this year you'll discover what you are?
maybe one day you'll come to terms with
the title, "psychopath;" ****
maybe you already know.
[you wont manipulate us anymore.]
*happy birthday, daddy.
         love always,
              ray ray