now i lay me down to sleep
my daddy’s skull i always keep
beside me on a little chair
remembering when he sat there…

and how he touched me when he did.
when i was just a little kid
too young to know, it wasn’t right
too small, to put up a big fight

he told me it would be alright
his touching me, in the dark of night
but i was smarter, than he thought
and could not wait, till he got caught

i poisoned him with powder that
had killed the mice and then the cat
i fed it to him every day
and waited for him- to go away

not for long, did this go on
as quickly he was too far gone
to stave it off, to save himself-
i killed him dead. all by my self…