This is a true story! It should not be shrugged off as insignificant!
My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen...
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All the day long.
When I am awake,
I am all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks are not home.
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get,
Just one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar
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