Drunken came the old man.
***** from the work of the day.
Smeared by the grease of the night.
I scurried away with fear and discgust
like pityful field mice.

I locked the door but I still heard it bang
but by morning this would all fade.
He was a good dad
was'nt he?
or was my admiration all a twisted memory.

Once was a time
that floats to my mind like a milky cotton candy sky
or a warm autumn eve
when we were a pair, just him and I.

When he would tell me tall tails and fables
under the cover of a starry night sky.
And I would close my eyes and dream
but when I open them I am back
to the floor inside the room
with the locked door.

The first black eye I ever got
from the fist of my own blood.
I told my mom I tripped and fell,
but at this point all is well

He wasn't clean then
His mind was a mess

Cold hard liquor in the day
And even harder party drugs at night.

And I was left alone.
But he was a good dad.
Wasn't he?
He said he did it all for me.

He left behind the crazy life for his daughter no?
The one he dressed in heavy gold off ******* money.
The one who he threw big fancy parties for?
She like to party too.

I hope I don't turn out just like him.
Turning my nose to a table, and my back on my own kid,
who will run off,  tears in eyes,  
my mind on my own wants while they sit there,

like me.
My fathers daughter, dressed in gold.