My Poor Baby

by Anna Clarisse   Feb 20, 2008


I didn't want her
she was a mistake
now it is time
for my poor baby's life to take

when she comes home
i know what she wants
a bubble bath with foam
this fear in me, inside it haunts

i see her get ready
as i fill up the tub
she takes off her clothes
then i start to scrub

i let her soak
while she lays down
then i get ready
my poor baby must drown

i say "dunk you head"
"then its off to bed"
but instead i hold her there
so Innocent and bare

i see her bubbles
rise above her head
i cant explain why i did it
but now my poor baby is dead

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