The Unforgettable Memories of a Dead Bastard

Coming into this angelic world,
I always thought of you as my father,
You never were.

I remember too much of you,
I remember too much agony and abuse,
I remember watching,
Watching as my mother got slammed against the door,
Watching as her eyes turned black,
Watching as the tears poured out of her innocent heart,
Always helplessly watching.

I remember your fist,
I remember your strength,
I remember your fury,
I remember too much.

I remember the other women,
With hairy twats and curly hair and naked skin,
I remember them all,
I remember too much.

I remember how you left,
Jobless and grim,
I remember you left us with nothing,
Without a care.

Then you were gone,
Off in the desert,
Set about to shatter more dreams and more lives,
With different families and hopeless children.

We carried on.
We rarely saw you,
Why did we ever see you at all?

The years went on…

The last I heard you were dancing
In a sun filled church,
With your preacher, your brother,
Praying at your side.

Thought you found the good Lord,
But it was Death that found you,
And as you were lying in a gutter,
With your head smashed in,
On a beautiful fourth of July morning,
The driver left
Just as you did,
But I shed no tears for you,
I just tried to bury all of those unforgettable memories
from a dead bastard.