So, I'm a Dad
Is that so bad?
Fornication? I had.
Children; glad/ sad

I'm not young
By a small modicum
I am not old;
Stories unfold

Right now; I take care of a cat
And another that resembles that
Looks we face
We're from outer-space

Maybe, I'm 'old-skool'
I believe in lithmus-rule
We all can be 'cool'
Until you act the 'fool'

Maybe I am anachronistic
Nostalgia, spastic
A fevered childhood dream
While reality screams

Maybe I am sad and lonely
For I time I felt only
Time aches on
'Where do we belong?"

And I crib myself again

I like to keep the hair out of may face
It's long, it draws a trace
Worried are the traits
Of my biology in their plates

I keep it high
I want to believe I fit in
Normalizations sigh,
"Thank you for the 'din'"

When I come home
There is no pretense
Meat on the bone
The father of the next expense

How can one cat-daddy
On a shortage of Scuncis
At the age of 40+
Not lose their hair?