Reteach Your Children
You, who lay in the road
Must have a code
That you can whine by
And so betray yourself
Because your life is just a pigsty
Reteach your children well
Their father’s hell
Is what made him die
And keep your perverse dreams
All to yourself & have a good cry.
Don’t you ever touch them! Why?
You molest them and they cry
So just forget them and die
For they despise you.
