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A rather offensive, tasteless, and poorly written poem about killing a baby. Good stuff! |
You know I love my baby More than anything in the world I'd do anything I can for her Cause she's daddy's little girl But sometimes I still get angry Just get a little pissed When she won't stop crying, although I'm trying To fulfill her every wish I bust out the nursery rhymes Sing her a stupid song Check her diaper, clean and wipe her Yet still I'm doing something wrong Still she keeps on crying I'm at a loss as what to do So I push her around, in the stroller, downtown And read her some Dr. Seuss But still that doesn't shut her up She's even louder than before She won't eat, won't sleep, and she won't stop crying And her mom don't get home till four The situation's getting desperate I can feel my blood a boiling From the tears and the vomit and the piss and shit All the diapers she keeps soiling Now I've never been a very good father At best, a mediocre dad But I try to protect her, and not neglect her But right now I was feeling quite mad Once again I tried to feed her Little spoonfuls of applesauce But she just closed her mouth and puked on her bib And it made me gag and cough I had had enough, it was time to get rough So I picked her up out of her cradle And I shook her like a bottle of juice So much, I thought it'd be fatal I sat her back down, I was beginning to frown "What the hell am I doing? To be shaking my baby, am I that fucking crazy? Fatherhood shouldn't be this grueling" My daughter didn't move for a minute or two Her face was pale, neck; black and blue I thought for a second and asked myself questions "What am I going to do?" And then it started, much to my surprise That infant bitch formed tears in her eyes Her mouth dropped open, even after that choking And the goddamn baby began to cry Now insane with anger, I could take no more I picked up my baby and slammed her to the floor I choked and I shook like a well seasoned crook Then I beat and I choked her some more But she kept on crying, no matter what "What's it gonna take to kill this kid?" So I pulled out some bleach and a bottle of poison Then I removed the lids I filled up her bottle and replaced the nipple "This oughta do the trick" Killing a baby should be so damn simple Not too mention quite quick But the baby refused Not even a sip Just a droplet of poison On her tiny blue lips I was losing all hope, and felt like a failure All alone with my baby in our quaint little trailer So I placed the baby back into the crib Regretting the fact that I ever had kids I put in some ear plugs and left the room But the cries were still far too loud To be drowned out or suppressed, my god was I depressed "I have to do something now" So I went to the dresser and opened a drawer Grabbed some brass knuckles to beat that loud whore And a shotgun too, in case those fell through "I will deal with this crying no more!" I sneaked in the nursery, next to her cradle The baby was unusually silent I loaded a shell, and slipped on the knuckles And proceeded to get real violent I punched and I beat, as hard as I could There was blood all over the blanket But I kept on swinging with those bloody brass knuckles Never again would I take it... The crying and moaning at all hours of night I begged for abortion, this shit isn't right I love my baby but prefer single life The kid in the crib, what a ghastly damn sight I checked for a pulse, still she was breathing I needed to end it, before up and leaving So I lowered the shotgun into the crib Touched off a round, and blew her to shreds There were bloody lips and baby bits Scattered all over the room Flesh and bone and baby tits Displaced by the "kaboom" I grabbed a towel to wipe my face There was baby chunks all over the place I had baby blood in my hair And baby boogers on my shoe lace Baby brains stuck to the corner of my mouth And now I know how a dead baby tastes I packed my bags and readied to leave Looked back at the crib and began to heave "I need an alibi, a way to deceive Need to ditch this bitch where nobody will see" So I scooped up the corpse, at least what remained The bone fragments, severed limbs And the dead baby brains I flushed what I could right down the drain And the rest went in the fireplace Nothing but ashes from the baby that bashes... It's little face against my brass knuckles And forever more now when I hear babies crying I can't help but let out a chuckle |