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.
Great Post
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This is a very emotional poem, I liked it a lot!
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Thank you so much! I appreciate it
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