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The Man repost

Updated on April 16, 2011

The Man

The hardened soil beneath my feet

The cracking and frozen ground

An ice cold puddle, oh what a treat

As my foot goes sinking down

And as I stand there in disbelief

so cold I could hardly stand

an angry river of hate, and grief

come spewing from the man

Your as useless as the day is long

Your can't be no son of mine

I thought better of you, I was wrong

a crybaby at the age of nine

so I sucked it up, and held in

the pure anger that I felt

I knew his nerves where wearing thin

as he took off his belt

but common sense for once prevail

as his belt was buckled back

get of your ass and grab that bale

at the top of that left hand stack

Standing there looking down on him

Only hate would fill my mind

How one man could be so grim

and so violently Inclined

I realize his life was rough

and he's doing the best he can

so I did my best to make him proud

My pops, my dad, the man


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      kathryn1000 6 years ago from London

      Very well written.I like it.