a poem for all the dads out there
it was summertime
she told me she was a virgin
i went over to her house
in the kitchen
she gave me a cherry
with all 10 of my fingers
i popped it
it gushed
she walked up to me
got on her knees
took my fingers in her mouth
her dad walked in on us
what the fuck he said
i had to leave
he said that kind of stuff is not allowed in my house, son
i told him not to call me son, dad
he said don’t call me dad, boy
as i walked out the front door
i turned back and said
ok old man
he came after me
he started wrestling me on his front lawn
my girl
she was screaming
stoppit dad!
he had me in a deeep headlock
tap! he said
never
i could feel myself losing consciousness
but i could feel his strength weakening
stoppit ur hurting him my girl screamed
but i gave her the thumbs up
i got out of the headlock
i told her watch this
and i belly to belly suplexed him
and he went unconscious
and ever since then
she called me daddy
