Am I a good parent? A bad parent?
I'll never know,
How could I know, anyway
Through all my life, they all, were wasted
It was like having my own
Personal war, battlefield, and all
Grass so tall,
My daughters and sons,
Listen to my song, wherever you had gone
I wasted you all, my little children
All alone, in my bathroom
In every shower, I took
You all went down the drain, the same
In every wet dream, I had...Wasted!
By: Juli Monat
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