A subject to society A twisted drunken fart. One that hates sobriety But intelligence is his art. A textbook case depression One that twisted in his mind. He throws you into recesson So you see him as unkind. Your disgusting view on reality Is something he'll prove wrong. He's so full of sensuality Like some dumbass pop-rock song. He'll help you without pay As to make his mind bigger. And no matter what you say, He'll always be my father figure.
Reason for writing:
Inspired by my father.
Birth sign: Libra
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