The Father

thewrathofsponge
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readFeb 9, 2018

The father,
the dab,
and the holy smoke.

Ratchet as woke.
Rachel and I spoke.
You should probably move out.
Too much YouTube.

The mother,
the fab,
and the holy smoke.

Ratchet as woke.
Mum prays for her to let good men talk
to her.

The children,
the land of
the holy smoke.

everyone’s high these days.
My granpa sponge says we’re the rot of the earth
as we smoke of the earth.
because we become potatoes.

sorry.
he used to say
to my long lost cousin sponge
who came for the funeral
and stayed for the food.

the father,
the dab,
and the holy ghost of
my grandfather.
smoking the earth,
as he rots in it.

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