From his son
The kid would leave something behind
For every one of them
After he was set
He knows most of them have brown hair
One blonde
But that was the anomaly
Or that’s what the police say
Mostly they’re blonde
Fair-skinned
Shy
A lot of them were good students
Some of them still are
One dropped out
Right before the trial started
Right before the trial started
And nobody can find her
He knows his son wrote them letters
Before he took them out
Wrote sweet things
In big, sloppy handwriting
The penmanship expert
Made a meal
Out of those letters
But the contents weren’t threatening
It was just the way they were put forth
His son always did have
Terrible handwriting
He knows the girls have to see doctors
Therapists
People to talk to
He knows they’re all on medication
And one of them got pregnant
And had to get rid of a baby
His grandchild
He would love to have grandchildren
He would like to talk to the girl
Who was going to be the baby’s mother
And tell her
That he would have taken care of the baby
Had she decided to keep it
He’s not mad at her
And he’d like her to know that
Of course he wouldn't be mad at her
But he does want her to know
That he’s the sort of man
Who takes care of things
That are his responsibility
And that he would have taken care of his son too
If the boy’s mother hadn’t been such a bitch
About visitation
The problem was
The boy didn’t get the beatings
He should’ve gotten
When he was younger
He should’ve gotten
When he was younger
Instead he got coddled
And this is what happens
When you coddle a child
They get spoiled
They get entitled
They think they’re owed something
And when somebody
Tells them ‘No’
They just take what they want anyway
Because they think it belongs to them
He knows the girls
Probably blame him
At least partly
For what happened to them
A boy turns into a man
Who hurts women
Then there’s gotta be
Some of that in his father
But he’s never laid a hand
On a woman in his life
Let alone…
It’s just something
About the world today
How people act
How people go around acting
Like there’s no consequences
And it’s because
A lot of the time
There aren’t
He’d like to explain that to the girls
Explain to them that even if he’d been in the kid’s life
Even if he fought harder to see him
It wouldn't have made a bit of difference
It wouldn't have made a bit of difference
Not when that fucking bitch made it damn near impossible
And told the judge lies
About him drinking and other bullshit
He wasn’t doing
Even if he had been around
And gave the kid a few good smacks
When he needed them
He still would have turned out
The way he did
And that’s just how it is sometimes
He knows the girls
Look up in court
Right into the eyes
Of whoever’s talking
He knows they stare daggers
Into his son
When he’s brought in
And if looks could kill
His boy wouldn’t need the chair
Their eyes would do
Just fine
He knows they’re scared
And not scared
And he knows the feeling
When he heard what happened
What the kid had done
He wasn’t all that surprised
Because with his mother
And her delinquent roster of asshole boyfriends
Coming in and out of the kid’s childhood
There was no way he was going to turn out
To be anything but a loser
But he was scared too
Scared somebody would think
He had something to do with it
That somehow
He was at fault
And he’d like the girls to know
That’s not the case
That it’s simply
Not true
But whether or not
He’ll ever get them
Or anybody else
To understand that?
That’s something he doesn’t know
And that’s the part
That scares him
The most
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