I Can't Stop The Bleeding

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

My daughter is dying and as I'm praying, I'm pleading.

She has been stabbed and I can't stop the bleeding.

An ambulance is on its way but it may not arrive in time.

My daughter wouldn't put out so her boyfriend committed this crime.

If you're wondering how many other people he'll stab, the answer is none.

I'm so enraged that I blew his sorry head off with my sawed off shotgun.

My daughter just died and tears are rolling down my face.

She died for being a respectable girl and it's a disgrace.