His Father’s a Lieutenant Commander
in the Military,
paid for him to attend private school,
giving him all the best opportunities
and chances in life.
He paid him back by just lunching out
like a loser on heroin for a decade or two.
Denying his Folks the chance whatsoever
of Parental Pride or Grandchildren.
Instead he mirrored the Scum he surrounded
himself with except whilst they starved
because of their lifestyle, he telephoned
his Mother (With absolutely no shame at all!)
she would bring bags and bags of shopping
around to his selfish, ungrateful front door.
Written by Paul Tristram
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