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Never made his father proud.
Beating and screaming was all he got.
Tried so hard to pull himself togther.
But the drugs had taken their toll.
Went for a stroll one night at nine.
Thought his thoughts cleary through.
He knew the one thing he had to do.
Upon the step came a blow.
The boys father was drunk again.
The bleeding nose of the boy sense liqour.
"Why dad" the boy pleaded.
"Why arent you ever happy with me."
Im only how you taught me to be.
The father said without remorse.
"What have you done."
"You ask for money."
"You stay here for free."
"No job and no future."
By this time the boy had enough.
He pushed the drunk down and started kicking him in the head.
Over and over.
Blow by blow.
Till the body twitched no more.
The boy knew his actions were wrong.
But if he was caught murder would be called.
He drug the body to the qaury.
Its been there since without a worry. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Mortis-Dark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 21 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )

The Boy

Contributed by Mortis-Dark on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 07:01:36 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

The son, a boy of posture.
Never made his father proud.
Beating and screaming was all he got.
Tried so hard to pull himself togther.
But the drugs had taken their toll.
Went for a stroll one night at nine.
Thought his thoughts cleary through.
He knew the one thing he had to do.
Upon the step came a blow.
The boys father was drunk again.
The bleeding nose of the boy sense liqour.
"Why dad" the boy pleaded.
"Why arent you ever happy with me."
Im only how you taught me to be.
The father said without remorse.
"What have you done."
"You ask for money."
"You stay here for free."
"No job and no future."
By this time the boy had enough.
He pushed the drunk down and started kicking him in the head.
Over and over.
Blow by blow.
Till the body twitched no more.
The boy knew his actions were wrong.
But if he was caught murder would be called.
He drug the body to the qaury.
Its been there since without a worry.

Copyright © Mortis-Dark ... [ 2004-05-12 19:01:36]
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Re: The Boy (User Rating: 1 )
by Jilli_bean on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 07:18:17 PM AEST
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What are you suppose to do when one of the only things that is suppose to stay stable and love you, is just lyke everyone else...they beat u down...makes a kid thynk,
Good Poem
-Bean+

Re: The Boy (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 07:47:34 PM AEST
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You have a great talent here! Great job!

Re: The Boy (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 08:39:54 PM AEST
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Coming from a background similar to this I can only sigh, and that is all.

Re: The Boy (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Thursday, 13th May 2004 @ 12:39:36 PM AEST
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wow! very dak but also very good. i'm speechless. i really don't know what to say, so i'm sorry tht this comment is short.

Re: The Boy (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 10:01:24 PM AEST
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wow....
your talent amazes me and i am very hard to impress.
this write was so great. i dont know what to say really. please keep writing. you have a very great and wonderful talent.
Arden

Re: The Boy (User Rating: 1 )
by alecfernadez on Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 11:12:48 AM AEST
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this is really disturbing and brilliant. I wish I could do that to my old man

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