You
You
The man I would not spit on
To keep flames from torturing
And mangling your body
You
Who condescends all with talk of wisdom
That has come with your age
But has not seemed to affect your judgment
You
Who accepts not
That a cry for help
Can be real
You
Whose ignorant thoughts
May have cost the world a life
And changed your world
You
Who refused to check on your son
When I called to tell you
He had a gun to his head
You
Who would've let your son die
While I stayed up all night
Convincing him to live
You are scum.
The man I would not spit on
To keep flames from torturing
And mangling your body
You
Who condescends all with talk of wisdom
That has come with your age
But has not seemed to affect your judgment
You
Who accepts not
That a cry for help
Can be real
You
Whose ignorant thoughts
May have cost the world a life
And changed your world
You
Who refused to check on your son
When I called to tell you
He had a gun to his head
You
Who would've let your son die
While I stayed up all night
Convincing him to live
You are scum.
♠ ♠ ♠
He lived.