My dad beat us when were little
not like physically or anything
just at foosball
but it still gave us bruises and scars.

He beat my little sister
and she cried and set fire to her dollhouse
with the gas from her easy bake oven.

He beat my older brother
and my older brother punched our dog in its face
and ran away to art school.

He beat me at foosball
so I peeled off all of the bruises and scars
from my little sister's body and my big brother's body
and my body
to build a zombie.

The zombie beat my dad
and then my dad had bruises and scars.