I'm in a great deal of pain because of the loss of my son. <br />He was buried when a punk shot him with a gun. <br />I bought my boy an expensive watch and a new pair of shoes. <br />A gang member wanted them and my son chose the wrong thing to do. <br />He tried to fight back and the punk shot him. <br />He got the watch and shoes off of the corpse and he took them. <br />I felt so much grief and agony at his funeral. <br />When the gang member got out on parole several years later, I took a bat and caved in his skull. <br />Now I'm in prison but I don't care. <br />That piece of trash ruined my life and it isn't fair.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-piece-of-trash/
