I laughed at his grave,
Savouring the fact that he had passed away,
I drank on his grave,
Remembering how much he hated it,
People once said he was my father,
I laughed about it, thinking that he wouldn't be anymore,
I cursed at his grave,
To get back at him for all the things he said to me,
I laughed at his grave, as I yelled about my failures,
For all the unimaginable treatment he gave.
I laughed on his grave, as I stomped on it feeling all the pain he'd give me, when he came home drunk.
I laughed on his grave, enjoying that he wouldn't q me anymore.