the grey goose

You pathetic bastard, get up and fight

Or else the goose will take your life.

Glass and bottles laying around

And now the father can’t be found.

 

Drunk and angry you yell to me

And I pray to God, please leave him be.

He’s a kind, caring, honest man

When not under the goose’s hand.

 

-Ellie X.

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