The Proud Father

A poem based on L'étoile ou Danseuse sur la scène by Edgar Degas

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Her toes were battered and bruised
At the expense of her art form.
The pain behind the beauty of the performance.

The proud dad looked on from the shadows
Whilst his mind drifted back to his own life
His own moments of achievements and pain-
Guns, violence, murder and money.

It was his hope
That the respectability of his daughter's diversion
Would break the cycle of the inherent lifestyle.

She never asked questions about the elephant in the room,
(Neither in fact, about the horse horse head under the duvet)

But lurking below was the dilemma of good versus evil
Performance versus pain.
The money funded the lifestyle and the glamour.
The proceeds of the patsy and the duped
Crimes of a little persuasion perhaps,
Merely the repercussions occuring when the big boys played.

One thing is for sure,
No one EVER messed with her Dad.


You're such a f*cking snowflake

Way too sensitive and offended

Man up, we are not all unique

Or in an ambulance, I'll get you sended. 


Because I don't like snowflakes

I hate my life you see.

Life sucks and then you die

And I want you to hate yourself, like me


I love Donald Trump

He says just what it's like. 

His mouth is like an exocet

He'll have your libtard head on a spike


Your empathy and dreams

Are offensive and boring

Hate is where the grown ups live

And everyone should be warring.


Us against them

And knee deep in blame

I don't have to like you

Because we are not all the same


Differences scare me, 

I don't like the unknown

If you try using clever words 

I just get all muddled and thrown 


So I diss the things

That are are progressive and new

My views stuck in the past,

The old traditions, right and true.


I can spew hatred and venom

And be ridiculously offensive

Then blame you for reacting

And being weak and offended


I have the perfect alibi now

And you dare call me a liar

I can't improve my life

So instead, I'll just piss on your fire.


Please just hug me

I can't control the hate

I want to let it all go

And learn to love, before it's too late.


7 and a half billion people in this world

If not snowflakes, then simply unique

Better to stand out than fit in

So go crazy and embrace your inner freak.