Taken For Granted Poem by Ima Ryma

I can't believe that I'm in jail.
The cops must have forced her to spill.
Well soon, I should be out on bail;
Then, I will teach her to keep still.
So what - I like'em young and fresh.
She needs to be with a real man,
To know the pleasures of the flesh.
It's all a part of nature's plan.
What I do in the privacy
Of my own home, by day or night,
Should be entirely up to me;
'Cause this is my God given right.

All this butting in makes me mad.
She's my daughter and I'm her dad.