• GUILT TRIP



    I know that I was not the child you wanted
    me to be because I broke the window
    tore your shirt and cussed you out that way
    and I am sorry I was such a jerk,
    my dreams your punches seem to have haunted
    to advance your cause but I have sinned
    O leave me hear in fear and tears to weigh
    the wages earned by my unrighteous work
    that I may not be unworthy of your love
    for I have known from times that went before
    that it’s your shame that I am guilty of
    for had I not been such you wouldn’t be poor
    but daddy there is something I keep thinking
    for the ways I feel are ripe and stinking!