father does not rule for long
he is the wicked child's plaything
id's robot slave
a sacrificial money machine
he is baby ghoul dressed
in a costume of culture
regulated by the iron fist of war
the world souls industry

he's made to ware a uniform
with little silver spiked buttons
drawn rigid to the throat
windpipes nag
and cruel shoes shinning
decorated in a suit of fire
that feels like a shredded
hair shirt
with a power choker tie
and a nifty haircut
costumed
a real cloths horse

he seeks the approval of the sold out
and had his wings pulled off
long before he had whiskers
another workin stiff
buying his freedom
one insult at a time

fathers loyalty rests with the child
that's where evil pleasures lurk
first comes the devil
daddies real father
he is
the old man
chaos his name
a bodiless monster
a disorganized dream work
with seething expectations
a somatic octopus
a grabbing insatiable hunger bucket

daddy was born tomorrow
to get along and go along
to listen and obey
a reluctant inmate

daddy says
you gotta suffer
so you don't have to suffer

we all end up
****** dry
like bone moths

cowards huddled
or homeless dread
and quickly dead