The way she drinks, it irritates
The way she eats, It irritates
The way she yawns, It irritates
Even when
she’s on the phone, it irritates
Like a coiled spring
when sprung it f** vibrates

They hear the laugh
They see the smile
Meanwhile sadly
Reality is torn in half
This old ship is sinking fast
Struggling to gain composure
I got to hang on to this mask

My dear,
Those tears are filled
With hundreds of stories
And thousands of fears
Skin has grown wafer thin
From one broken heart
Over many years
A life long scar
Which never disappears

There’s always one
Who gets left behind
It may be,
You, me,
Her or him
As most are -
An empty shell,
A ghost,
An envelope
Lost in the post.

Last ever words were
                  “Whatever happens
                    Please don’t go off
                 with any of my friends”

I never had a dad
But I had a man
who often said
“well done lad!”,
Who only came home
At weekends
To sleep in
A different bed.
My mum who in turn
Got close to her mother
After my father
got up and fled.
I mutter these words
like I still suffer
Oh, how I looked up to him
The big man
The big don
The preacher who tried
But just was a big con
He had a special way
With his uncontrollable eye
For every type of Barbie
To an average looking Cindy.
Yes he is my father
But not my very own dad.