Were you my father would you
buy me the moon or abandon
me from the womb let others
love me through this life while
you defend those who pay you
more than well enough to do
so would you have spoken to
me maybe 10 times total in
my entire life to date which by the
way had I been Jesus would have put
me in the grave last year too late for
concern on your part as you plan to
put the grandkids through school or
would you care less that I may be
fighting tooth and nail to get an honest
education and may very well never get
one maybe would never have seen your
face and had that one specific episode to
recall for the rest of my life had I not
taken initiative by the throat to head to
California some 15 countless years ago?
Wait. You’re not my father.
You’re just a filthy rich lawyer who holds
his breath and sinks into fine rose otto
leather when he dreams long distances or
spies another Pennsylvania postmark.
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