A Trohpy Father's Tophy SonA Poem by Angela"Why did you do it?" ... "No one will understand, so I can't tell you why."I don't want to be your prodigy.
The medals and trophies don't mean a thing.
You're heart is a piece of coal, burning in hell.
I'll watch you go up in flames and pour gasoline on your corpse.
Father, why don't you understand?
Materialism and money don't rule the world.
It's time for change, and getting rid of trash like you, was number one on my list. © 2012 AngelaAuthor's Note
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