Miserly
You stood before me
Drunken and death defying
You took a look around
No one but me and a house full of chilldren
So you took a look at me
You selected a glare
Of an orangy rage
With a mixture of cold liquour and beer
As you stood up enough to hold something powerful
Cocked back the bold faced beast you held in your hands
And fired 1 shot
That missed my body
But i fell back
As if the blow from your gun
Had been real
But you still stand soo….miserly
As you stare at my body
Because anywhere but my eyes would suffice
And soon left me to fend for my self
Amngst the cold hard grass
And no respect for a man i used to call my father
©danikadani
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