Ketchup

don't call me dear
I'm not your Doe
I should call you father
why bother, though
 you're my Foe
slapped my Mama
as if she was Yo... Hoe
so, that night
when I grabbed
that knife
how did it feel
to see your blood
on the kitchen floor
I know that wound is
still kind of sore
that's what you get
for treating
my mother
like a Whore
bet you won't do it
no more, coz
that's how you
settle a Score