The Bastards

They’re motherfuckers
for what they did.
It’s unforgivable how you were treated.
Mistreated.
Threatened and berated you,
those bastards did,
day after year,
making you miserable,
building a bitch of a life
from what parts
they provided you
– what disparate parts.
What demeritorious parts.

And yet
if only on a genetic level
we owe them a debt.
If not for them
you wouldn’t be here.
You wouldn’t be anywhere.
If not for the hell
they directed you to
who knows who you’d be?

So fuck them, certainly,
but thank them, too
for without them
we would never have you.

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