For Dad.

Daddy dearest,
Do you love me?
Won't you let it show?
Won't you stop, be just one man
One man that I can know?
One man that I could hate
Or love
Or fear
Or forget about the times when words were said that may have produced assertions of an erroneous nature. These were all discrepancies of reality, tears of truth torn from webs of lie back down to sleep, the sun'll come up tomorrow, and you're always

Growing up, I always wondered whether others were wrong. Or rather, I wondered whether I was too smart or they simply did not understand the world was made for me.

Daddy dearest:
Do you love me?
Note: I have the answer key. Telling the truth or other dishonest practices will be futile.
All I ever wanted
Was to be
A great man

With a bulging belly, waddling down the aisles of your old unlucky home.
Fat and old
Still so bold
As to pick a fight
And never let you win.
No team sports played under this thundrous dome.

I love you, you fucking idiot
You stupid, arrogant piece of
Diamond in a sea of oil
The One Who's Different
Because you're the man I was meant to be.
Honest.

I love her, I really do
Always will
That's why I yell
Cause hugs are cliched
That's why I hypocricize
Because a man can't criticize
The choices he's made.
Can't change the path
He blazes as he goes.

Daddy dearest,
Do you hear me?
Do you hear anyone?
Or is the sound of silence
Only broken
By the musings of a mind
Made murky with mediocrity
Of a kind divine.

I once promised I would not presume
But, father, you're one weight
Three hundred times
Too much.

Daddy dearest:
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me call for help?
God helps those who help themselves, and so I ask for you.
It ain't easy, being mean
Easy, being one sorry sucker of a soul.
I thought I could cheat Charon. Thought I knew the way men thought. Knew the system like the back of a dead man's hand.
That was the plan.
To avoid my destination.
To jump off the boat
And swim to the shores of a Hell
Not meant for the likes of me.

Daddy dearest,
Do you understand?
Do you listen to yourself
And think a mirror might be
The best student you could have?
Or are you afraid of being bested by a boy
That was yourself?

Daddy dearest:
Do you understand?
I need you to help me.
I need you to love me.
And when I say you cannot help me
When I say you cannot love me
I only mean to say
What I have said for years.
You're something special, kid
A real winner
I only wish you know half the things you know
So what I teach you might be news.

Daddy dearest,
Do you like to fight?
Do you like to start a conversation
With a boxer's bell?
Are you looking to prove
That you're the champ
As evidenced by your valiant efforts to champion the cause of the miserable man. The down on his fuck old codger who cannot help but think and so he sits all day at the bottom of the well, waiting for a Lassie he sent searching years ago.

Daddy dearest:
Do you like to fight?
I'm ready, boy.
You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Ain't seen or heard or thought of ways
To beat this old tired head.

Daddy dearest,
Do you want to smile?
Do you want to self-improve
Get on the move
Grow a castle in the sky?
Or would you rather live in caves,
Too small for wings to fly?

I'm earning my wings. Day in and day out, trying to flutter, flap, and fly
Up up up
Way in the sky
Way where you could have been
If you hadn't ripped them off
And claimed you still soared high.

Claimed you did it all for us
But not once
No, never
Never think a tear was spent

For Dad.