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Deadbeat Dad

You were always mulling around the house

Like there was nothing to do

There were dishes in the sink, Garbage to take out, Kids to feed

But no you wanted a beer, a cold one at that

I hated you more than you can imagine

You were suppose to be my father

The father that went to work, didn't beat his kids, and took care of his wife

I hold no regret for killing you...I rejoiced in it

The only thing that I regret is killing you fast

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