Thanks for Nothing.

Not looking to invite more harsh words, but there is something that occurred to me today, they did not do nothing, they did something, but the reason I can’t tell you about it, is that they did something for my ‘dad’.

What they did wasn’t nothing, it was something, yet it was nothing for me.

So, I am wrong, they do know and they did do lots, it just was for the father.

They have cared for him, housed him, fed him and talked to him, taken him to counsel, so I am way way wrong on this, they have done lots.

They have paid the Defense fees, brought cognac, gave him a get out of jail free card, drove his truck to Texas, packed his stuff, paid his bail, bought his tobacco, visited him in jail, cried when he was arrested, hollered when I wrote my letter to the detective, oh yeah, that’s right, you did lots.

I was wrong; the nothing I felt was that nothing was done for me.

Not for me myself, but for all the girls that man touched and hurt, for all the girls who can’t speak up, I will say it for them, ‘thanks for nothing’.