Poem

HERO

Papa is a hero, a knight in shining stupor,
Out before the cock crows, back at midnight,
Throwing punches at mama, barking orders at us,
Papa is a hero, a hero of the bottles.

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4 thoughts on “HERO”

  2. Papa is a hero
    A night in shinning armor
    Clothe in grace and honor
    Up before the cock crows
    Home before the sun sets
    He is there for me
    as much as with me
    He truly is a friend to me
    and mama wouldn’t mind
    he to be her pick over again
    Though Just a man
    Thus has his flows
    Yet he the version
    I dream of being
    With little or no upgrade necessary
    Such is the cry
    Of the hero in me

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