The Worst Poem by Brian Goddard

The Worst



He was the worst,
A mind controlling freak with a thirst for blood,
He never thirst,
After all who does after merely kicking his baby into the mud.

He was a dad,
He burnt down a house and went to jail,
He was bad,
I don't think he'll bail.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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