Jon Edward Walker

Rookie (6-26-1980 / othello)

My Baby's Mother - Poem by Jon Edward Walker

pabst and wine have taken your place
the bottle’s mouth and grip is tighter than your’s
as is it’s grip
and sometimes I miss you,
sometimes I feel like a shitty man
and father,
but mostly I’m glad you’re gone,
I’m glad child support hasn’t caught up with me
and I’m happy
that my jobs treat me well,
feed me and keep me drunk.
mostly I don’t hate or fear him but
loathe you,
my baby’s mother

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 9, 2010


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