Zombies, Warriors, Pirates, Hooray
Those were the games we used to play.
Giggles, debates, and conflicts
the same
Those were the elements of our entire day.
Disney, Nick, and MTV
The Full House of Our Memories
Crushes scattered across my face
Easy to tell by the burning cheeks in place
Hours of Xbox
Saturated in play
What can I say?
Those were the days.
The days that linger on,
The days that’ll never be withdrawn.
Nothing but a memory in the haze,
Killed by the demeanor of your selfish phase.

Girls, drinks and Lies
Taken at risk
Pills, chills,
And the mentally ill.
Mom the enabler of it all.
“Sorry, Sorry, Sorry”
Words of unending deception.

Sirens, red lights flashing,
911: Cops are rising
Cups, phones, glasses
Smashed, crashed, and broken.
Arms blacked with the marks of Hell
Daddy’s crying for someone to help.
Painful cries scream inside
“What have you done with the boy that was mine?”
Name shorten to Four letters
No longer of Hebrew Origin.
Claims of hit and runs
Don’t forget about the guns.
Credit Cards charged
Tablets, phones, and oh yeah
Happy Father’s Day
“Abused”, oh yes:
No internet, tv, clothes,
Phones or consoles.
“How unfortunate?”

Girlfriend Gone
While you smoke a bong
And think how
Dad’s the felon of it all.
My poor and hapless ex-friend
I hope your filled with great regrets
For now the tree burns in flames,
And the house drips countless drops of blood every day.