Family...
Put up the Christmas tree...
And tell us your stories...
I saw dad had porn in the back of his truck...
And my sister had a lot of loaded guns...
What about you mother...
Aren't you one of those cutters...
You hide your knives in the corner...
Family...
Put up the Christmas tree...
Don't blame me...blame the family tree...
Pervert father...
Psycho sister...
Mother who always cuts in front of the mirror...
What about you and me...
We are like a pair of mysteries...
We're just trying to fit in...
This somewhat family tree...
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Author:
Ester (Pseudonym) (
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Published:
July 23rd, 2016 21:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I literally wrote this on paper first during my reading class. I was suppose to be reading a book but my mind was on creating this poem. Sorry for being inactive.
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
just reading it felt emotionless
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