It's so hard to like the man
And it's so hard to
Dislike the man
He traps me
With his cooking
While I'm eating
He talks to me
About kids he grew up with
In Virginia
About a loner with a short fuse
Who caught a stray
Shot of jello
Meant for someone else
From someone else's spoon
And he walked over
And slammed the spoon holder's face
Into the table repeatedly
Until he drew blood
And then sat back down
Without saying a word
About a kid who was
16 in the 7th grade
Quiet, never fought
Someone asked him
To whip his **** out
My dad
Holds his hands up at this point
"I **** you not Ben,
It was about a foot long!"
We laugh about this
For longer than we should
He also tries to impart his wisdom
Telling me that
Race, Religion, Politics
It's all useless
People are people
And you should take everyone
As they are
Yet,
His blame is missle guided
For such a humanist
It's always
"The ******* Christians"
"The ******* Republicans"
"The ******* Chinese"
He is hypocritical of
His own self proclaimed
Enlightenment
I can't tell if
It's a weak attempt at relation
Or
If he honestly thinks
That his hatred is implied
I have always been
A bit removed from my parents
After the divorce
And the new spouses
If he wants to relate
He should just
Be himself
And I'll be myself
And we'll both
Still die alone
Him hopefully sooner
Than myself
Not out of hate
But he's older
Still
Oftentimes
Fathers bury sons
If not in the ground
In their ideals
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
It's so hard to like the man
And it's so hard to
Dislike the man
He traps me
With his cooking
While I'm eating
He talks to me
About kids he grew up with
In Virginia
About a loner with a short fuse
Who caught a stray
Shot of jello
Meant for someone else
From someone else's spoon
And he walked over
And slammed the spoon holder's face
Into the table repeatedly
Until he drew blood
And then sat back down
Without saying a word
About a kid who was
16 in the 7th grade
Quiet, never fought
Someone asked him
To whip his **** out
My dad
Holds his hands up at this point
"I **** you not Ben,
It was about a foot long!"
We laugh about this
For longer than we should
He also tries to impart his wisdom
Telling me that
Race, Religion, Politics
It's all useless
People are people
And you should take everyone
As they are
Yet,
His blame is missle guided
For such a humanist
It's always
"The ******* Christians"
"The ******* Republicans"
"The ******* Chinese"
He is hypocritical of
His own self proclaimed
Enlightenment
I can't tell if
It's a weak attempt at relation
Or
If he honestly thinks
That his hatred is implied
I have always been
A bit removed from my parents
After the divorce
And the new spouses
If he wants to relate
He should just
Be himself
And I'll be myself
And we'll both
Still die alone
Him hopefully sooner
Than myself
Not out of hate
But he's older
Still
Oftentimes
Fathers bury sons
If not in the ground
In their ideals
