I once brought home a comic book
Casper the Friendly Ghost
When my Dad found out about that book
He exploded in rage, tore it in two
I stood in the hall tearful, afraid
I was playing with my brothers
I was lying on the carpet
Suddenly my other Dad was there
Face contorted in rage
And I was dragged by my foot to witness
where I had forgotten to flush the toilet
Oh let me be free of these resentments
Let these two men not be the sum
Of these ancient incidents.
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