You would need to know my last name is Long to understand the first stanza of this poem.


Your Crucifiction

This family we try,
To stay standing strong,
But the weather is,
Blowing on our Long.

We used to play,
Before you got sick,
I still love you father,
But life's sure a bitch.

Goddamn your sickness,
And to hell with your addiction,
You're letting these things,
Become your crucifiction.




Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-12-18 at 17:56

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