My Life Poem by John Shea
My Life
In fifty I Left my prose to make
My father was my heart I sake
He whipped me with his webbed belt
I felt the welts on my thighs
My lust for life was but a trick
My simple plan
Was to get a island To create
A pain just for his sake
He put his fist through sheet rock
I heard when I smoked
He Put me trough hell
Left is my right
My Right will
Leave you in hell.
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