Remembering Evil

That guy who hit my mom

He was my dad.

Best guy as a dad

I ever had.

Watching him at work

It made me sad.

Violence was his tool.

Shouting, he could fool

Weakness into anybody

Confused, they’d wonder if he

Was honing in on them?

This guy who was their friend?

Is this how friendship ends,

And evil starts?

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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