He robbed her of her innocence
A man she's supposed to trust
She's used to be his princess
Now, his perverted lust

Each night she cries herself to sleep
Surrounded by her fears
She feels her daddy's footsteps
Like thunder, in her tears

He's much worse than any monster
A child should ever see
Haunted by his sinful touch
She fights him fervently

He comes to her without regret
And leaves an empty shell
A demon spawn without remorse
An evil, straight from hell

He never feels his daughters pain
But yet she understands why
For everyone knows that monsters are real
And monsters never cry

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakened by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

Death had returned to collect his debt
For the reaper would surely be paid
He auctioned his soul for the things that he stole
Until the highest bid was made

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For karma had knocked on his door

There's nothing worse on God's green earth
Than a woman with ultimate power
She'll time you when you sit on the throne
And it better not take an hour

Imagine if there was a Woman ******
Man would we be *******
You know, a woman who thinks she knows it all
But you would still swear she's a dude

A dinky little mustache beneath her nose
And a unibrow that looks like it's winkin'
I never noticed but the stubble on her chin
Kinda looks a little like Abraham Lincoln

This Woman ****** will change the world
And make slaves of all the men
She'd make a decloration that watching football
Would be the unpardonable sin

I bet you didn't know if you rearrange the letters
She's known to one and all
Just rearrange the letters in Woman ******
It's gonna spell Mother in law

What does it feel like to race the wind?
Or to dance in the warm spring rain?
How did it feel the first time you smiled?
Or you wake on your sheets, with a stain?

How did it feel the first time you cried?
The tears streaming down your face
Or the first time you lost at anything,
As you hung your head in disgrace?

How did it feel the first time you lied?
Or the first time you told the truth
How did it feel to sleep in the dark?
Or to pull your very first tooth

How did it feel to get your first kiss,
And wonder why your palms were sweaty?
How did it feel when a loved one died,
Somehow before you were ready?

How did it feel when you found heartache?
With your heart so broken and torn
This is just life, so take it or leave it
But it's how a poem is born

Now Mama didn't have any money
To buy us candy or a card
So we always had our valentine party
By the creek in our own back yard

Grandpa brought the pocket knives
And handed them out to the kids
Mama was watching every move we made
Peeking through her mama eyelids

We picked the biggest oak tree
To carve our lovers names
Yes box, No box, Maybe box
Written from Cindy to James

The whole dang town carved their names
All of them trying to get Julie
But Julie was already spoken for
Yep, she belongs to me (yours truly)

So if you're running out of valentines
Grab a knife and come with me
Carve Yes box, No box, Maybe box
In our Home town Valentine Tree

A hundred and fifty days have passed
Since I've seen your smiling face
I've looked this whole world over
I can't find you any place

A hundred and fifty prayers I've prayed
That's one for every day
But I'm still waiting for an answer
Sometimes it works that way

A hundred and fifty sleepless nights
Waiting to tuck you in
I have at least a million questions
Wondering where you've been

A hundred and fifty apologies
That's what I owe to you
I don't know what I was thinking
Lord what will I do?

A hundred and fifty lonely steps
From the mailbox to our door
I didn't know a stranger was there
Or what he had in store

A hundred a fifty days have gone
Since we laid you in the ground
We buried the picture you loved the most
Your body was never found

She sits in the corner, hiding her face
While trying not to be seen
She talks to herself in silent whispers
A child of only thirteen

She closes her eyes and holds her breath
Praying he passes her by
She struggles to be invisible
But his footsteps keep drawing him nigh

He screams her name with *** on his breath
She whispers a silent prayer
She prays for God to close his eyes
And not let him find her there

This corner becomes her refuge
As her father comes stumbling by
Her heartbeat fills the empty room
As she tries her best not to cry

Her father finds an empty bed
And closes his eyes to sleep
She thanks the Lord for hearing her prayer
And silently begins to weep