Poem Number 7583

I am going to open up a can of whoop-ass
And dump it over your proverbial dome
I just say things like this
Only because I come from a broken home
Yeap, my house splintered in half
Cause my pappy built it on a fault line
And momma couldn't live with that
Not after the rafters collapsed
Crushing her side of the marital bed
But poppa brought home momma's younger sister
To be my new mommy and bring me up proper