You never loved him

All you laved was the money

Now that his is gone

I can say

We don't ccare about you

Or your bastard grandchildern

All we ever cared about was him

Not the money

Unlike some

You never cried a single tear

So I never will hear

What you have to say

But do me a favor

Never come around

And before I leave

Theres just one more thing

You and kids

Can all root in hell!

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shawon1982's picture

nice poem.
i would like if you read my "Stinker filthy bith!" .
best of luck.

Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon