The Father


I don't believe it. He's in jail again. How can one punk get into so much trouble. He's been in trouble ever since he was a little kid. Stealing cookies from the cookie jar was nothing for this punk, no way. He stole my hard earned money right out of my hand. It should be against the law for a father to have to put up with such a brat. As far as I'm concerned, he can stay in jail. Let them feed him, 'cause I'm not gonna. I've got five other kids, all of them a heck of a lot smarter than him. I could care less whether or not he starves. I put up with him for fifteen years, let the world put up with him now. Let him rot in jail, just as long as he doesn't come around here no more. His mother spoiled him. She made a sissy out of him. Watch him come running to her every time something goes wrong. He's not a man, he's a punk. And he ain't never gonna be a man if his mother don't stop babying him. If he's got to steal, let him steal. Just don't send him to me. I doubt I could take him for much longer. Look out world, my son is on the loose. Hang onto your wallets with both hands!


The Father

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