not my photo…
My daddy, he’d always been there for me, he’d been by my side, every step I’d ever taken, to where I currently am, he was there, for my first date, and, after that first love shattered my heart, my daddy was there, to help me, pick up the pieces.
My daddy, the H-E-R-O, he’d saved, many, many, many lives, and, because of the nature of his work, he couldn’t be at home much, and, we’d, grown up, without him.
and this, IS what you, FATHERS are, to us, children, and no, still NOT my drawing here…
My daddy, the H-E-R-O, he’s so amazing, or so I’d watched, as he’d, humped mama, and, I was also there (shhhhhhhhh, don’t tell him that!!!), when he’d called “auntie” by, to HUMP her too! My daddy, the H-E-R-O, I want a man, JUST like him, but now, I’m afraid, that the man I want, just like him may NOT be faithful to me, just as my father was NEVER faithful to my mother, in fact, he couldn’t even keep HIS penis inside HIS pants, and, after my father had, HUMPED his WHORES (and, GOD KNOWS how many there were???), he’d come home to my mother, and, he’d Make love to her, so passionately………