Watch What You Do!

At the tender age of ten
The boy strikes painfully to the floor
Father yelling, “Get up boy!”
But the boy lay there, as if there was no more

The boy turns eleven
On a Sunday afternoon
“You’re the definitive burden,”
The father throws his revolting shoes.

The boy leans into the closet
Moving t-shirts and jeans
He’s searching for happiness
Through a metal barrel covered in jeans

The boy loads the gun and
Barrels out of the wooden door
“I’ve had enough father,
Need I say more.”

The father takes a look and
Peaks to a laugh
But the problem he’s facing
Is that will be his last

The boy fires the bullet
Through the old man’s chest
“How do you like me now!”
He says with the gun just above his breathe

“That will teach you to strike me or haze me”
All you had to do was hug me and behave with me
Watch what you do for the time now
It could be the last, last in the town.