Dead Beat Dad


Hear i sat in this jail cell

5 by 8 can hardly move

i count each squire on the wall

They say i done it

i hit it and tried to forget it

Baby needs needs needs

got me on child support

when i was in school

i never figured this would

happen to me a dead beat dad

seventeen was supposed to

be a blast

i have to pay up to get out

i sat and i wonder if

those 3 minutes was worth it

i should have wrapped it

better i packed it

now i have to pay until

she is eighteen

About https://poetbblog.wordpress.com

I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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