Here we go ya’ll. Next time it will just be titled the poem title.
But how could we blame him?
He’s just a man with dick and balls don’t you understand he couldn’t help it.
She just looks so cute those dress and heels,
We got to defend him.
He’s just a guy,
got his whole life ahead of him
and we wonder why…
Do we care?
Do I have to care?
He raped my friend
And now I just stare
Often into space and wondering why
Does this count as an essay and can I make him die?
Why should I care if your feelings are hurt, you raped my friend,
we think you’re a jerk!
While I sat back and watched as you told me it stopped
But she had on a cute skirt and a really nice top
So I bit my tongue, knowing boys will be boys while I watched and sat back as another friend was destroyed
Feeling like now it’s my fault that she can’t sleep
again so I sat and I wondered if this is the end
I wanna be done thinking about this so bad
not wondering and knowing
that you’re becoming my dad.
-EAG
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