The Man he used to be was better than any man you could ever be.
After him I learned that love is a disease. He is my father and he had to leave.
His moves as quickly as a sneeze
as quick as the soul supposedly attempts to leave- the body.

Seeing him running through that proverbial door,
He was six feet tall and when he slept he would snore. Bass line louder than any working *****.
Picking up after him was my hobby.
Almost anything you could imagine
Smarter than any book,
A lot of lessons were learned from this book.
A mans handshake:
“Look my son firm like this,
Look them in the eyes so they can know who you are.”
Page 23 in his book
Page 23 in my book.