Jenny’s daddy was a junkie for the Bombay gin
He’d drink it every night until his head would spin
She grew up watching him,
said “I’m never gonna be like that
when I have my own kids,
Daddy how can you make me see you like this?”
When she was 18 she made a decision
she left him behind, never saw him again,
it was hard to do, but it was for the best
since her daddy had made his life a mess
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 