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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yes Sir I Killed My Dad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=347121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yes sir I killed my dad<br>He was a jolly good chap never harmed a fly never took any crap<br>When I went out of line I was sure I would be getting a slap<br>He tended to me like rainbow in the sky<br>I was all he had and he was after all my dad<br>But what followed my friends as you know was sad<br>He fought two of them single handedly with out a weapon in his hand<br>Attacked from behind he held on as long as he could<br>Cried out for help beating the window pane<br>Some one saw him a fellow nice and sane<br>Banged the door open to see humanities hour of shame<br>He lay in a pool of blood as they tore his chest with a knife<br>This poor old man without a wife<br>Blood curdled on the floor splattered on the wall<br>He cried out for help and I was nowhere in sight<br>High on coke inebriated by with wine<br>As I sat down for dinner with that filthy swine<br>I was the reason I was the cause<br>As I sit back to think it over and take a pause<br>Yes sir I killed my dad<br> <br>They came with plastic bags knives, saws and sacks<br>To cut him up into pieces to saw him up and carry him in bags<br>I should have been aware I should have seen through that<br>But I was in a haze to see through the maze<br>I still remember his eyes his soft gaze<br>My dad was one in a million that's for sure<br>I could have saved him but now he is no more<br>Yes sir I killed my dad<br>It's a story that is gory and so very sad<br>In which a son blames himself for killing his dad<br>Having been battered by the media<br>And hounded by the press<br>This is a story of a man in distress<br>Some say I was headed for it, some say I had it coming<br>But why did he suffer for my sin's I ask<br>You were his son you fool and it was his task<br>I owe my life to him which he sacrificed for me<br>So have no doubt my friends it was me who killed my dad</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anuj+Tikku">Anuj Tikku</a></strong></div>