The Weathering Tree
There was once a little boy who followed his Dad around asking all kinds of questions
He would constantly ask:
Dad Why?
Dad How?
Dad When?
Dad? Dad? Dad?
Just anything and everything this kid would ask about.
One day the child approached the Dad and asked?
Dad, why are you losing so much weight?
Dad, why do you ejaculate in your pants?
Dad why did Mom go away?
Dad, how does life just fade away from a person?
Life can be here one day and gone another
Dad how can this be? What's happens to us?
The Dad called the little boy over,
Pulled the child by the shirt, and balled up his hand
He said to the boy: If you really want to see how life slips away
JUSY WATCH MY FIST!!!!!
Michelle Jones-Word Author October 2009
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