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  • It was not for love
  • our Father returned home
  • or desire
  • It was to steal Mom's paycheck
  • For his booze
  • It was not love
  • To drive 200 miles to the funeral hall
  • to make sure he was gone
  • My father left this earth
  • in a wheelchair age 69
  • in a deadly house fire
  • The day he died no tears
  • No tears by me were shed
  • The earth shook from cheers
  • For he loved whiskey and wine
  • And his son would say no friend of mine
  • Stoking coal deep below the Earth
  • He shares wine with the Devil
  • Was how he left this world with no worth
  • If this seems cruel for a son to say
  • Moms nose broken abuse in every way
  • I prepared my self for the day
  • I was big enough to protect me and Mom
  • For in our life this drunk did not belong
  • A coward who would not fight for his country
6 foot 9 he took it out on family
The beating she took for his insanity
The day I held a shotgun I wished I put it down
Misloaded with rifle shells
Had it fired I would be in prison
For now grown I wanted with him one round
Fist trained in the ring of boxing
When he turned and ran I cursed
For the fight I had long wanted and many times rehearsed
He died drinking and smoking in a wheelchair and house fire
In a State the eldest son was the executor
I went only to sign away the estate and know his death was sure
Did not want this evil man dead or alive
But Mom knew her bleeding would mark his grave
  1. Stoking coal for the Devil for Eternity







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