The Physical Abuser

The Physical Abuser

A Poem by Baby Ricochet
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A physically abusive man getting drunk in a bar rationalizes and justifies his behavior. I'm not advocating domestic violence. You all know I like to write from the other side of the coin.

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She always starts this s**t with me
    then says the fault is mine
If she'd shut her Goddamn mouth
  everything would be just fine

  I work my fingers to the bone
    though she's never grateful
   To hear that evil b***h nagging
      I'm the one who's hateful

   She's got the kids against me now
       They just want to use me
      Dad's a great big piggy bank
         All they want is money

When they're to big for they're boots
         and show me disrespect
    When they back talk out of line
       They know what to expect

    These kids today they get away
         with anything they want
       Sick little s***s and criminals
         and parents are at fault

   You need to discipline your kids
         with methods unrefined
  You have to beat sense into them
       to keep your brood in line

  Bar keep give me one more shot
          I have to drink alone
   Someone needs a lesson taught
         As soon as I get home

   So don't stick your labels on me
        I'm not the one to blame
    What else am I supposed to do
        All they respect is pain

© 2013 Baby Ricochet


Author's Note

Baby Ricochet
This isn't a social commentary on how to discipline kids. This is a guy sitting alone in a bar getting hammered justifying his behavior through. Anger, projection, denial, rationalization and justification and that's all this poem is.

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i can't find fault in tough love for kids, these damned thugs and pierced s***s running amok make me wanna puke on their parents for being non parents. excellent write here, mark!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

10 Years Ago

thank you quinfinn
quinfinn

10 Years Ago

"beating sense into" a child doesn't necessarily mean using fists...my father used to beat sense int.. read more

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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

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