Get a Grip

About when I go to my dads house.
Get a grip of your fist
Let rain thrash down upon you, not mist
Please stop poppin' that knuckle
Sorry it makes me...chuckle
Quit stompin' those over-sized feet
You're wrong if you think you've got the 'drummers beat'
Stop going, "4,3,2...1!!!!!!"
Oh! You can count backwards? How dumb!!
And last, stop callin' me disrespectful
When you're nothing but a parent whose neglectful
What do you think about it?
One of the best poems ever
I can really relate
It's okay
Hard to relate
Not original
Worst thing I've ever read
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Published: 6/8/2010
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